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1012 The Squire’s Darling 10 

1013 The Mystery of Colde Fell 20/ 

1030 f)n Her Wedding Morn 10 

1031 The Shattered Idol 10. 

1 033 Letty Leigh 10 ^ 

1041 The Mystery of the Holly Tree 10' 

1042 The Earl’s Error 10 

1043 Arnold’s Promise • 10 

1051 An Unnatural Bondage 10 

1064 The Duke’s Secret 20 

Diana’s Discipline 20 

Golden Gate 20 

His Wife’s Judgment 20 

A Guiding Star 20 

A Rose in Thorns 20 

A Thorn in Her Heart 20 

A Nameless Secret 20 

A Mad Love 20 


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The Prettiest Woman in Warsaw . . .20 

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The Moonstone, Part II 10 

24 The New Magdalen 20 

87 Heart and Science 20 

418 “I Say No” 20 

4H7 Tales of Two Idle Apprentices 15 

f)38 The Ghost’s Touch 10 

686 My Lady’s Money 10 

7’i2 The Evil Genius 20 

^69 The Guilty River 10 

957 The Dead Secret 20 

996 The Queen of Hearts 20 

1008 The Haunted Hotel 10 

1176 The Legacy of Cain 20 

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429 Called Back 15 

462 Dark Days 15 

612 Carriston’s Gift 10 

617 Paul Vargas: a Mystery 10 

631 A Family Affair 20 

667 Story of a Sculptor 10 

672 Slings and Arrows 10 

715 A Cardinal Sin 20 

745 Living or Dead 20 

750 Somebody’s Story 10 

968 Bound by a Spell 20 

All in One 20 

A Dead Man’s Face 10 

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6 The Last of the Mohicans 20 

53 The Spy 20 

866 The Pathfinder 20 

878 Homeward Bound -....20 

441 Home as Found 20 

463 The Deerslayer 30 

407 The Prairie 20 

471 The Pioneer 25 

484 The Two Admirals 20 

488 The Water- Witch 20 

491 The Red Rover 20 

501 The Pilot 20 

506 Wing and Wing 20 

512 Wyandotte ,4 .... 20 

517 Heidenmauer 20 

619 The Headsman 20 

624 The Bravo 20 

527 Lionel Lincoln 20 

529 Wept of Wish-ton- Wish 20 

532 Afloat and Ashore 20 

539 Miles Wallingford 20 

643 The Monikins 20 

5 18 Mercedes of Castile 20 

553 The Sea Lions 20 

559 The Crater 20 

562 Oak Openings 20 

570 Satan stoe 20 

576 The Chain-Bf^arer 20 

587 Ways of the Hour 20 

601 Prcca utiou 20 

603 Redskins 25 

611 Jack Tier 20 

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1099 The True Solution of the Labor 
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409 Adrift with a Vengeance 25 

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A Passion Flower 20 

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1006 A Daughter of the People 20 

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350 Grandfather Lickshingle 26 

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Pretty Miss Neville 20 

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Behind the Silver Veil 20 

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464 Two Years before the Mast 20 

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345 Dante’s Vision of Hell, Purgatory, 

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260 Mrs. Darling’s War Letters 20 

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315 Winifred Power 20 

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478 Tartarin of Tarascon 20 

604 Sidonie 20 

613 Jack 20 

615 The Li ttle Good-Vor-Nothing 20 

645 The Nabob ..26 

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453 Mystic London 20 


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11G6 An Irish Knight of the 19th Century. 25 

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431 Life of Spenser 10 

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476 A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing . ... .20 

John Bull’s Misfortunes .!• 

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704 Evolution 20 

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428 Robinson Crusoe 2B 

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88 A Tale of Two Citiee 20 

75 Child’s History of England 20 

01 Pickwick Papers, 2 Parts, each 20 

140 The Cricket on the Hearth 10 

144 01(1 Curiosity Shop, 2 Parts, each.. .15 

150 Barnaby Rudge, 2 Parts, each 15 

158 David Copperfield, 2 Parts, each. . . .20 

170 Hard Times 20 

192 Great Expectations 20 

201 Martin Chuzzlcwit, 2 Parts, each. . . .20 

210 American Notes 20 

219 Doinbey and Son, 2 Parts, each 20 

228 Little Dorrit, 2 Parts, each 20 

228 Our Mutual Friend, 2 Parts, each... 20 

281 Nichola.s Nickleby, 2 Parts, each. . . .20 

284 Pictures from Italy 15 

287 The Boy at Mugby 10 

244 Bleak Hou.se, 2 Parts, each 20 

246 Sketche.s of the Young Couples. ... .10 

261 Master Humphrey’s dock 10 

267 The Haunted House, etc 10 

270 The Mudfog Papers, etc 10 

278 Sketches by Boz. 20 

274 A Christmas Carol, etc 15 

282 Uncommercial Traveller 20 

288 Somebody’s Luggage, etc 10 

298 The Battle of Life, etc 10 

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298 Reprinted Pieces 20 

802 No Thoroughfare 15 

437 Tales of Two Idle Apprentices 10 

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The Rise of Iskander and Other 

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404 Life of Southey 10 

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1126 A House of Fears 20 

In One Town 20 

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Baptized with a Curse 20 


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1018 The Condemned Door.t 20 

1080 The Blue Veil; or. The Crime of 

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1120 The Matapan Affair 20 

1146 The Detective's Eye .10 

1148 The Red Lottery Ticket 10 

1156 The Severed Hand 20 

1171 A Fight for a Fortune 20 

1172 Bertha’s Secret 20 

1174 The Results of a Duel 20 

The Parisian Detective 20 

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58 Portia 20 

76 Molly Bawn 20 

78 Phyllis 20 

86 Monica 10 

90 Mrs. Geoffrey 20 

92 Airy Fairy Lilian 20 

126 Loys, Lord Beresford 20 

182 Moonshine and Marguerites 10 

162 Faith and Unfaith 20 

168 Beauty’s Daughters 20 

284 Rossmoyne 20 

451 Doris 20 

477 A Week in Killarney 10 

580 In Durance Vile 10 

618 Dick’s Sweetheart ; or, “ O Tender 

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621 A Maiden all Forlorn 10 

624 A Passive Crime 10 

721 Lady Branksmere 20 

785 A Mental Struggle 20 

737 The Haunted Chamber 10 

792 Her Week’s Amusement 10 

802 Lady Valworth's Diamonds 20 

1065 A Modern Circe 20 

1072 The Duchess 20 

1136 Marvel 20 

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95 Letters from High Latitudes 20 

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761 Count of Monte Cristo, Part 1 20 

761 Count of Monte Cristo, Part II 20 

775 The Three Guardsmen 20 

786 Twenty Years After 20 

884 The Son of Monte Cristo, Part I. . . .20 

884 The Son of Monte Cristo, Part II.. .20 

885 Monte Cristo and His Wife 20 

891 Countess of Monte Cristo, Part I... 20 
891 Countess of Monte Cristo, Part II... 20'' 
998 Bean Tancrede 20 

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992 Camille 10 

Annette 20 

BY MOSTYN DUEWAED 

For Better, For Worse 20 

Sweet as a Rose 20 

AMELIA B. EDWAEDS’ WOEKS 

Barbara’s History 20 

Miss Carew 20 

My Brother’s Wife 20 

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Jet ; Her Face or Her Fortune 10 

A Ballroom Repentance 20 

A Point ofc Honor 20 

Ought We to Visit Her 20 

Leah : A Woman of Fashion 20 

Archie Lovell 20 

A Blue Stocking 10 

Susan Fielding 20 

A Vagabond Heroine 10 

Philip Earnscliffe .... 20 

Vivian the Beauty 10 

Steven Lawrence 20 

A Playwright’s Daughter 10 

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56 Adam Bede, 2 Parts, each 15 

69 Amo.s Barton 10 

71 Silas Marner 10 

79 llomola, 2 Parts, each 16 

149 Janet’s Repentance 10 

151 Felix Holt 20 

174 Middlemarch, 2 Parts, each 20 

195 Daniel Deronda, 2 Parts, each 20 

202 Theophrastus Such 10 

205 The Spanish Gypsy, and other Poems20 

207 The Mill on the Floss, 2 Parts, each. 15 

208 Brother Jacob, etc 10 

374 Essays, and Leaves from a Note- 

Book 20 

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373 Essays, First Series 20 

J167 Essays, Second Series 20 

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Agatha 20 

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407 Burke, by John Morley 10 

334 Burns, by Principal Shairp 10 

347 Byron, by Professor N ichol 10 

413 Chaucer, by Prof. A. VV. Ward 10 

424 . Cowper, by Goldwin Smith 10 

377 Defoe, by William Minto 10 

383 Gibbon, by J. C. Morrison 10 

226 Goldsmith, by William Black 10 

369 Hume, by Profes.sor Huxley 10 

401 Johnson, by Leslie Stephen 10 

380 Locke, by Thoma.s Fowler 10 

392 Milton, by Mark Pattison 10 

398 Pope, by Leslie Stephen 10 

364 Scott, by R. H. Hutton 10 

361 Shelley, by J. Symonds 10 

404 Southey, by Professor Dowden. . . .10 

431 Spenser, by the Dean of St. Paul’s. .10 

344 Thackeray, by Anthony Trollope. ..10 


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A Struggle for Love 

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473 Christmas Stories 


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243 Gautran ; or. House of White Shad- 


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654 Love’s Harvest 20 

^4 Nine of Hearts 20 

The Sacred Nugcret 20 

Grif 20 

Aunt Parker 20 

A Secret Inheritance 20 

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Life of Mary Anderson 10 

BY F. V/. FARRAR, D.D. 

1 9 Seekers af ter God 20 

60 Early Days of Christianity, 2 Parts, 

each 20 

BY GEORGE MANNVILLE FENN 

1004 This Man’s Wife 20 

1060 The Bag of Diamonds 20 

1129 The Story of Antony Grace 20 

1132 One Maid’s Mischief 20 

The Dark House 11 

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987 Romance of a Poor Young Man. . . . 10 

Led Astray, adapted by Helen M. 
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False 20 

A Sinles.s Crime . 20 

Leola Dale’s Fortune 20 

Who Was the Heir ? 20 

Only a Girl’s Love 20 

Countess Isabel 19 

How He Won Her 20 

Sunshine and Gloom 20 

A Sisters Sacrifice 20 

A Terrible Secret 20 

Slaver of the Ring-, 20 

Entrapped 20 

$5,000 Reward 20 

Wild Margaret 20 

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Enemies Born 20 

Electra 20 

For Honor’s Sake fC 

Daisy Darrell 20 

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1162 Only a Coral Girl 20 

In the Old Palazzo 20 

BY MRS. FORRESTER 

760 Fair Women 20 

818 Once Again 20 

843 My Lord and My Lady 20 

844 Dolores 20 

860 My Hero 20 

859 Viva 20 

860 Omnia Vanitas 10 

861 Diana Carew 21 

862 From Olympus to Hades 20 

863 Rhona 20 

864 Roy and Viola 20 

865 June 20 

866 Mignon ..2^ 


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711 Undine 10 

BY THOMAS FOWLER 

880 Life of Locke 10 

BY FRANCESCA 

177 The Stx)ry of Ida 10 

BY R. E. FRANCILLON 

319 A Real Queen 20 

856 Golden Bells 10 

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122 Ameline de Bourg 16 

BY L. VIRGINIA FRENCH 

485 My Roses 20 

BY J. A. FROUDE 

848 Life of Bunyan 10 

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114 Monsieur Locoq, 2 Parts, each 20 

116 The Lerouge Case 20 

120 Other People’s Money 20 

129 In Peril of His Life 20 

138 The Gilded Clique 20 

155 Mystery of Orcival 20 

IGl Promise of Marriage 10 

258 File No 113 20 

1119 The Little Old Man of the Bati- 

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1123 The Count’s Millions, Part 1 20 

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1152 The Slaves of Paris, Part T 20 

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390 Land Question 10 

893 Social Problems 20 

796 Property in Land 15 

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The Waif of the Storm 20 

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Her Father's Sin 20 

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Oui 20 

Stella, the Star 20 

“General Utility” 20 

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842 Goethe's Faust 20 

343 Goethe’s Poems 20 

1088 Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship, 

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1090 Wirhclm Meistcr’s Travels 20 


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362 Plays and Poems 20 

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As Fate Would Have It 20 

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1001 Frankley 20 

BY HENRY GREVILLE 

Wild Oats 20 

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The Flirt 20 

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732 Victory Deane 20 

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709 No. 99 10 

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221 Fairy Tales, Illustrated 20 

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1096 The Co-operative Commonwealth. . 30 

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Little Jewell 20 

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440 History of the Mormons 15 

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606 Forbidden Fruit 20 

BY ERNST HAECKEL 

97 India and Ceylon 20 

BY H. RIDER HAGGARD 

813 King Solomon’s Mines 20 

848 She 20 

876 The Witch’s Head 20 

900 Jess 20 

941 Dawn 20 

1020 Allan Quatermain 20 

1100 Tale of Three Lions 10 

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371 The Story of Chinese Gordon 20 

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15 L’ Abbe Constantin 20 


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His Brother’s Widow . .20 

A Wife’s Crime 20 

The Young School-Teacher 20 

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Wronged 20 

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Weeping Ferry 20 

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43 Two on a Tower 20 

157 Eomantic Adventures of a Milk- 
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749 The Majmrof Casterbridge 20 

956 The Woodlanders 20 

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376 Grandfather’s Chair 20 

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690 Old Myddleton’s Money 20 

787 A Wicked Girl 10 

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973 Dorothy’s Venture 20 

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975 Back to the Old Home 10 

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Married at Midnight 20 

Lost to the World 20 

Love Conquers Pride 20 

A Miserable Woman 2C 

A Sister’s Vengeance 20 

Leah’s Mistake 20 

A Tom-Boy 20 

Broken Vows 20 

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73 Life of Cromwell 16 

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Barbara 20 

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36 Life of Marion 20 

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14 The Tricks of the Greeks 20 

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970 Against Her Will 20 

993 The Child Wife.... 10 

A Woman’s Atonement 20 

Irene Gray’s Legacy 20 

Sundered Hearts 20 

Doubly Wronged 20 

Uncle Ned’s Cabin 20 

A Blighted Horae 10 

A Mother’s Mistake 20 

A Haunted Life .20 

A Desperate Woman 20 

Little Nana ...... 20 

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Little Madeline ; 20 

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515 Studies in Civil Service 15 

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186 Tom Brown at Oxford, 2 Parts, each. 15 

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784 “ “ Part II 20 

784 “ “ Part III 20 

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364 Life of Scott 20 

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869 Life of Hume. 10 

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The Rival Cousins 20 

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147 The Sketch Book 20 

198 Tales of a Traveller 20 

199 Life and yoyapres of Columbus, 

Part I *. 20 

Life and yoyages of Columbus, 

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224 Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey . . .10 

236 Knickerbocker History of New York.20 

249 The Crayon Papers 20 

263 The Alhambra 15 

272 Conquest of Granada 20 

279 Conquest of Spain 10 

281 Bracebridge Hall 20 

290 Salmagundi 20 

299 Astoria 20 

301 Spanish Voyages 20 

305 A Tour on the Prairies 10 

308 Life of Mahomet, 2 Parts, each 15 

310 Oliver Goldsmith 20 

311 Captain Bonneville 20 

314 Moorish Chronicles 10 

321 Wolfert’s Roost and Miscellanies 10 

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Darnley 20 

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17 The Dark Colleen 20 

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The Secret of Her Life 20 

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Tangles Unraveled 20 


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44 Rasselas 1| 

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754 A Modern Midas 20 

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A Terrible Crime 20 

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531 Poems 25 

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111 Labor and Capital 2® 

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106 Dunallan, 2 Parts, each 15 

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67 Horse-Shoe Robinson, 2 Parts, each. II 

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39 The Hermits 20 

64 Hypatia, 2 Parts, each 15 

BY HENRY KINGSLEY 

726 Austin Eliot 20 

728 The Hillyars and Burtons 20 

731 Leighton Court 20 

736 Gooilrey Hamlyn SO 

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254 Peter the Whaler 

322 Mark Sea worth 

324 Round the World 

335 The Young Foresters 

337 Salt Water 

833 The Midshipman 

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454 The Golden Dog {Le clUen d'or). . . . 

BY ANDREW LANG 

The Mark of Cain 

BY A. LA POINTE 

445 The Rival Doctors 

BY MISS MARGARET LEE 

25 Divorce 

600 A Brighton Night 

725 Dr. Wilmer’s I.ove 

741 Lorimer and Wife 

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797 A Phantom Lover 

798 Prince of the Hundred Soups 

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Aunt Hepsy’s Foundling 

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469 The Chase 

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327 Harry Lorrequer 

789 Charles O’Malley, 2 Parts, each 

794 Tom Burke of Ours, 2 Parts, each.. 

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719 Rory O' A1 ore 20 

849 Handy Andy 20 


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817 The Cruiso of the Black Prince. . , .20 

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1151 Tlie Pleasures of Life 20 

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96 Gideon Fleyce 20 

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131 Jets and Flashes 20 

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962 Knights-Errant 20 

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276 lone Stewai't 20 

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12 Leila .10 

81 Ernest Mai tra vers 20 

32 The Haunted House 10 

45 Alice : A Sequel to Ernest Alaltra- 

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65 A Strange Story 20 

69 Last Days of Pompeii ^ 

81 Zanoni 20 

84 Night and Morning, 2 Parts, each.. 15 

117 Paul Clifford 20 

121 Lady of Lyons 10 

128 Money 10 

152 Richelieu 1C 

160 Rienzi, 2 Parts, each 15 

176 Pelham 20 

204 Eugene Aram 20 

222 The Disowned 20 

240 Kenelm Chillingly 20 

245 What Will He Do with It ? 2 Parts, 

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247 Devereux ...20 

250 The Caxtons, 2 Parts, each 15 

253 Lucretia 20 

255 Last of the Barons, 2 Parts, each . . .15 

259 The Parisians, 2 Parts, each 20 

271 My Novel, 3 Parts, each 20 

276 Harold, 2 Parts, each 16 

289 Godolphin 20 

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817 Pausanias 15 

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833 Lays of Ancient Rome 20 

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1137 The Twin Soul 20 

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1139 A Modern Magician 24 

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771 The Old Mam’selle's Secret 20 

1053 Gold Elsie 2$ 

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Merit versus Money 20 

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212 The Privateersman 20 

BY FLORENCE MARRYAT. 

903 The Master Passion 20 

904 A Lucky Disappointment 10 

905 Her Lord and Master 20 

906 My Own Child 20 

907 No Intentions 20 

908 Written in Fire 20 

909 A Little Stepson 10 

910 With Cupid’s Eyes 20 

931 Why Not? 20 

9^17 My Sister the Actress 20 

938 Captain Norton’s Diary 10 

939 Girls of Feversham 20 

940 The Root of all Evil 20 

942 Facing the Footlights 20 

943 Petronel 20 

944 A Star and a Heart 10 

945 Ange 20 

946 A Harvest of Wild Oats 20 

947 The Poison of Asps 10 

948 Fair-Haired Alda 20 

949 The Heir Presumptive 20 

950 Under the Lilies and Roses 20 

951 Heart of Jane Warner 20 

952 Love's Conflict, Part 1 20 

952 Love’s Conflict, Part II 20 

953 Phyilida 20 

954 Out of His Reckoning 10 

979 Her World against a Lie 20 

990 Open Sesame 20 

991 Mad Dumaresq .20 

999 Fighting the Air 20 

Peeress and Player 20 

Driven to Bay 20 


The Confessions of Gerald Estcourt..20 

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The Russians at the Gates of Herat.. 10 

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For a Dream’s Sake 20 

Amor Vincit 20 

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363 Tales of the French Revolution 15 

354 Loom and Lugger 20 

367 Berkeley the Banker 20 

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1174 The Results of a Duel, by F. Du 

Boisgobey 20 



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THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK: 

♦‘B Uale of tbe Uimes.” 


CHAPTER 1. 

‘‘THE squire’s bargain.” 

It is a dull, leaden November day, and leaning over 
the gates of a grass paddock leading into a narrow 
miry lane, stands a ruddy, fresh-complexioned man 
of middle age, who by his attire might be put d jwn 
ts a small farmer. He is gazing listlessly at the 
vagaries of two ragged unkempt mares that are run- 
ning in the field. The one was a black, the other a 
bright bay. The black was cast in more massive 
mould than her companion, whom it was quite 
evident just now that she was bullying. She was 
evidently master of the more slender limbed bay, 
and at this moment it was her spiteful caprice to 
prevent the latter from entering the hovel that 
stood in one corner of the field. A judge of horse- 
flesh, in spite of their roughness, would at once 
have recognised them as a couple of good-looking 
mares, but with this distinction, that whereas the 
bay was in all likelihood thorough-bred, the other 
had no pretensions to such purity of blood. 


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2 


THE PiaDE OF THE PADbOOK. 


I was a fool to buy you,” murmured John Corn- 
flower to himself, I bought you to run with the 
other, and a precious life she seems like to lead 
you. Yes, it was clean stupid of me. I was 
tempted because I thought you were going cheap, 
and then you're a rare bred one 3^ou are, I ought to 
turn money over you in the spring, but then you 
want doing well, and hay is terrible dear this 
winter.” 

The steady tramp of a horse’s foot made John 
Cornflower turn round to see who was coming down 
the lane. A stalwart, good-looking man, in a well- 
stained pink, and bestriding a powerful hunter, was 
advancing towards him at an easy trot. As he reached 
the gate, he pulled up his horse and exclaimed, 
‘‘ Holloa, John ! What are you looking at? What 
have you got there ? Somebody told me that you 
were so cock-a-hoop about the price you got for 
your four year-old last spring, that you were going 
in regularly for horse-breeding.” 

“ There’s allays lots of foolish talk around. Squire, 
that tale got about just because I bought that bay 
mare there. She was going cheap, and I liked the 
blood, but she won’t run with the other, and I’m 
bound to be out of her in the spring.” 

She looks a pretty well bred one,” remarked 
Ralph Bridgeman. 

‘‘ Well bred,” exclaimed Mr. Cornflower, “she is 
as clean bred as anything on the turf. That’s 
Golden Dream, by Goldseeker out of Dreamland.’' 

“ Ah ! I recollect her,” said the Squire, “ a rare 
strain of blood, though she never did much during 
her racing career.” 

“ No,” said John Cornflower meditatively, and 


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3 


yet she comes of a running family. I bought her 
because she was going for thirty sovereigns.” 

“ And a rare good deal you made of it,” replied 
the Squire. ‘‘ I’ll give you a tenner for your 
bargain.” 

Done with you, Squire,” replied John Cornflower. 

I’m so put to it for brass, t W- I don’t know how 
I’ll feed the things through the winter. I must tell 
you one thing about yon mare, if so be you don’t 
know it, and that is, though she has been two years 
at the stud, she has not had a foal as yet.” 

^^Ah!” said Ilalph Bridgeman, ‘‘that accounts 
for your picking her up so cheap. Never mind 
John, I’ll stand to my bargain and chance it. Send 
her out to the Court as soon as is convenient, and 
you shall have your cheque,” and then with a cheery 
“ good night,” the Squire trotted on. 

Ralph Bridgeman, of Gore Court, near War- 
minster, was a fair specimen of a thorough country 
gentleman. A good sportsman all round, but one 
who troubled London for very few weeks in the 
season. He was a man who personally supervised 
his own estate, and between that and hunting, 
fishing and shooting, found no lack of occupa- 
tion, He had succeeded to his inheritance early in 
life, and had also taken unto himself a wife betimes. 
Two children had been born to him, a son. and a 
daughter, of whom Reginald, the elder, was en- 
rolled among the ranks of the briefless barristers, 
while Beatrice Bridgeman was the acknowledged 
belle of all that division of Clayfordshire. Gore Court 
was about five miles from Warminster, a cathedral 
city, with the additional advantage of having 
a regiment of soldiers always quartered in its midst. 


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THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


There was a great deal of pleasant society in the 
sleepy old place in consequence. What with the 
young clergymen, always mysteriously attached to 
a cathedral city, and the officers, Warminster could 
muster a very decent crop of young men for dance, 
lawn tennis or other festival, a desideratum in these 
days of scarcity of that article, which Warminster 
knew how to appreciate. Grore Court was a house 
at which the soldiers were always welcome. 
Ealph Bridgeman, for a brief space, had been in 
the army in his earlier days, and had all that feel- 
ing of camaraderie for his old profession which 
I verily believe never leaves those who have 
once worn the sword. As he rode home, the 
Squire remembered that one or two of the soldiers 
from Warminster were coming over to dine and 
sleep at the Court. He looked at his watch as he 
rode into the stable-yard, and having handed his 
horse over to a groom, made the best of his way 
into the house. 

‘‘How late you are. Papa,” exclaimed Beatrice 
Bridgeman, as he crossed the hall, “and^et you’re 
the first home, neither Major Seaton, nor Mr. 
Beringer have as yet turned up ; tiresome of you 
all, as we wanted to arrange about the charades 
before dinner.” 

“ I am sorry for you, Trixie ; but we met a long way 
off, and had a long, slow, dragging run, right away 
from home. I gave it up about three, but 1 didn’t 
come straight back. I went round by Ephraim 
Mott’s, to look at some buildings he is growling 
about, and then I pulled up at John Ccruflower’s 
and picked up a bargain.” 

“You shall tell me all about that to-morrow,” re- 


THE SQUIRE’S BARGAIN. 


8 


plied the young lady, but it’s really time you ran 
away to dress.” 

I know,” replied her father. I hope to goodness 
those fellows have not to go back to Warminster for 
a like purpose.” 

“ Oh no, Papa, I saw Major Seaton’s dog cart 
arrive with their portmanteaux long ago. We must 
discuss the charades after dinner instead of before, 
that’s all,” and so saying, Beatrice tripped upstairs 
with a view to putting the finishing touches to her 
own toilette. 

The dinner party at Gore Court that day, though 
small, was excessively gay. Besides the house party 
which consisted of the Squire, his wife, his daughter, 
and though last by no means the least of the family 
Aunt Barbara, or Miss Kurzon, to give her her 
proper designation, must be added Major Seaton 
and Mr. Beringer of Her Majesty’s — th of the 
Line, Miss Chamberlayne, a particular friend of 
Beatrice’s, and Mr. Muddleton, a neighbouring land- 
owner and very old friend of the family. We always 
incline towards our antithesis, and though they were 
generally wrangling, there was a very kindly feeling 
between the latter and Aunt Barbara. Gossip went 
further, and declared that even now Miss Kurzon 
would take the man if he could only make up his 
mind to ask her. But indecision was the bane of 
Mr. Muddleton’s character. It was always a matter 
of much difficulty to him to make up his mind 
about anything, and he had also an irritating habit 
of seeing matters from a point of view it had never 
occurred to anybody else to regard them. He offered 
a great contrast to the resolute, energetic temper of 
Miss Kurzon. The Squire always laughingly said 


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THE PPJHE OF THE PADDOCK. 


they were made for each other. Each possessed in 
character what the other wanted. Whereas Muddle- 
ton would take about two years to consider whether 
another cottage or two was wanted on his estate, 
Aunt Barbara would have built them first, and 
begun to wonder whether they were wanted after- 
wards. That there should be a tendency to talk 
hunting was only natural. When did hunting men 
ever congregate in the season, and not hymn the 
glories of Diana ? Besides, both the young ladies, 
and all the men loved the sport, though Muddle- 
ton, from his natural vacillation of character, seldom 
held a forward place in a run. 

“ No, Major Seaton, we won’t have any more 
hunting. I hate to hear it talked about when I 
have not been out, don’t you, Jessie ? ” 

“ Yes,” rejoined Miss Chamberlayne. ‘*If they 
have had a good thing it is so provoking we were 
not in it, and if they’ve had a bad day it’s most un- 
interesting to hear about.” 

“ Now, Major Seaton,” exclaimed Beatrice, you 
know you promised to manage these charades, on 
the twenty-eighth ; we don’t want much rehearsal, I 
suppose.” 

‘‘ Entertainments that are not rehearsed don’t 
generally entertain,” replied the Major, senten- 
tiously, but of course you don’t want the elaborate 
rehearsal that you should have, but seldom get, for 
private theatricals. If we could manage three good 
steady rehearsals, they ought to go well enough. 
What do you say, Beringer? You’ve undertaken to 
do stage manager.” 

That ought to be quite sufficient,” replied the 
gentleman addressed, ‘^but have you thought of the 


THE SQUIRE’S BARGAIN. 


T 


words? Eemember, Miss Bridgeman, our bargain 
was that you were to find two words, and we were 
to find one.” 

‘‘Well, I don’t know,” replied Beatrice.” I 
don’t think I’ve quite hit off mine, have you, 
Jessie ? 

“ Yes, I’m quite ready,” replied Miss Ch amber- 
lay ne, “ what do you think of ? ” 

“ Stop, stop ” cried Major Seaton, “you must not 
proclaim the word on the housetop before we have 
acted it.” 

“Now,” said Muddleton “I should have thought 
that a very good plan, because then, you see, if from 
the fault of the actors, or their own stupidity, the 
audience didn’t guess it, it would’nt signify.” 

“ Don’t you see, Mr. Muddleton,” exclaimed Aunt 
Barbara, “ that the trying to make out a puzzle is 
amusing. We don’t care much about the riddle 
when we’ve guessed it, nor are we obliged to anyone 
for telling it to us.” 

“ Never was any good at charades myself,” said the 
Squire, “ never knew what to say when it came to my 
turn to speak.” 

“ That’s the great beauty of pantomimic charades,’* 
said Beringer, “ nobody speaks.” 

“ Nobody speaks ? ” exclaimed Aunt Barbara. 

“No, Miss Kurzon,” said Beringer, “I mustn’t 
explain to you now, but they will explain for them- 
selves when you see them.” 

And now ]\Irs. Bridgeman bent her head, and the 
ladies took their departure for the drawing-room. 
That wdth four hunting men, three of whom had 
been out, the conversation should speedily revert to 
that topic, it is needless to say. 


S THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

What became of you, Ralph, after Childerley 
Gorse ? ” asiced Major Seaton. 

These twain had served together during the 
Squire’s brief military career. 

‘^Well, I hate a slow muddling run like that, 
there’s no fun to be got out of a cold scent and a 
faint-hearted fox. I cut it, rode round by Torby. 
However, take it all round, I don’t think I’ve had 
such a bad day. I did a bit of horse-dealing.” 

The deuce you did,” exclaimed Seaton, whose 
horse did you buy ? ” 

Well, you know, I’ve a small stud of thorough- 
bred mares, and go in for breeding a little. I 
picked a rare bred ’un up to-day. G olden Dream, 
by Goldseeker out of Dreamland.” 

She is a rare bred one,” said young Beringer, 
but she was a very poor performer on the race- 
course, Squire.” 

Yes, but it’s an odd tiling, the progeny of many 
of these mares, that can’t race themselves, turn out 
right well. iVnd now, if no one will have any more 
wine, we’ll go into the other room.” 

As they entered the drawing-room, the Squire 
was confronted by his daughter, who at once 
exclaimed : 

You never told me about your bargain Papa, 
what is it ? ” 

‘‘ I picked up a horse cheap, that’s all.” 

** Anything I can ride ? ” 

Not exactly my dear, she’s a brood mare.” 

*‘Well, I hope you’ll have luck with her,” said 
Beatrice, “but I feel a little disappointed about 
your bargain.” 

When they got to the smoking-room, the Squire, 


THE SQXJIBE’S BAEGAIN. 


% 

who was very full of his bargain, enlarged consider- 
ably upon the wonderful strain of blood he had got 
hold of. 

It’s all very true, Mr. Bridgeman,” said young 
Beringer, who came of racing stock himself, and 
had been about racing paddocks from boyhood. 

Golden Dream inherits all you say, rare stoutness 
on the side of her sire, and a great strain of speed 
from her mother, and though she showed neither of 
them herself, it’s quite possible her offspring may. 
The drawback about your bargain is this. Though two 
years at the s(ud she has never had a foal yet, and 
it’s very possible she never may have. A barren 
brood mare is a very useless piece of furniture.” 

“You’re right, you’re right,” said the Squire, 
“it’s a regular plunge in the lucky bag. I only 
gave forty sovereigns for her, and if she does have a 
foal I shall get that for it as a yearling and more to 
boot. Now you’re settled down how does Warminster 
suit you, Seaton.” 

“Down to the ground,” rejoined the Major. 
“ We’ve more hunting than we’ve horses for. People 
are awfully kind about asking us to shoot, etc., 
when a man has been knocking about for a 
quarter of a century, as I have done, he learns how 
to appreciate quiet country quarters ; however my 
baccy is done and I reckon it’s about time to turn 
in,” and so saying the major rose and took up his 
bedroom candle. 

The move became general, and in another half- 
hour the denizens of Gore Court were wrapped in 
slumber* 


CHAPTER n. 

PANTOMIMIC CHARADES. 

There is sign of wild revel at Gvore Court, a 
general confusion pervades the establishment ; 
the drawing-room is clear of furniture, a minia- 
ture stage has been erected at one end and the 
body of the room is packed with chairs and benches. 
Aunt Barbara says that the house is turned out of 
windows, and the Squire jovially remarks that, we 
look deuced like having a kick-up.” There are to 
be charades followed by a dance, and all the neigh- 
bours round had been bid to come and see the first, 
and join in the second. 

Dinner, you theatrical people,” exclaimed Ralph 
Bridgeman as he put his head in at the drawing- 
room door, and glanced at the group who were 
standing on the little stage at the end of the room. 
It was very slightly raised, and the scenery was of 
the simplest description, being composed of large 
screens roughly painted to represent what was 
wanted. On the right of what might be termed the 
proscenium was a piano, and this latter is a most 
important factor in the representation of pantomimic 
charades, which depend as much upon the accom- 
panist as upon the actors. These, it must be borne 
in mind, were no scratch impromptu charades, but 
had been duly rehearsed, and appropriate music 
selected to go with them. Both Major Seaton and 


PANTOMIMIC CHARADES. 


11 


Beringer had been indefatigable in coaching them, 
and now felt confident of success. 

All right, Papa,” exclaimed Beatrice. We have 
quite finished, they all go now without a hitch, and 
they are such an improvement on the old talking 
charades,” and as she spoke she led the way towards 
the library, where it had been arranged that the 
actors should snatch an early repast. 

Well, Beringer,” said the Squire, " do you feel 
as confident of the success of your show as 
Beatrice ? ” 

Quite,” was the rejoinder, ^^we are all very per- 
fect ; it isn’t often one has the luck to catch such an 
accompanist as Miss Chamberlayne, one can’t go 
wrong while she is playing.” 

No,” said Seaton, with a jolly laugh, and I 
flatter myself that our sensation scene in the last 
charade will fetch the house down.” 

Well, take care of yourselves at this impromptu 
repast. I must run away and dress. We shall 
have the Moseleys here directly. Those uncom- 
fortable people always think eight means half-past 
seven.” 

A little before the time advertised people began 
to arrive rapidly, things were always well done at 
Gore Court. 

People don’t think much of distance in the 
country, and charades, a dance, and, as Mr. Moseley 
put it, a supper and wine that you can rely upon, 
make a very pleasant programme for a dull 
November evening. The performance was a great 
success, the pantomimic representation was new to 
many of the guests, another thing the affair was 
kept within due bounds and was not too long. It 


Ig THE PKIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

would be tedious to follow the entertainment all 
through, so we will confine ourselves to the last or 
what Major Seaton termed the sensational charade. 

The curtain rose upon a kitchen scene with a 
practical window in the centre at back. Miss 
Bridgeman, most coquettishlv attired as a cook, 
with her sleeves rolled up, and the nattiest of 
white aprons, was bustling about among her 
plates and dishes. The piano in the meantime 
kept playing a dreamy valse. 

Suddenly the window at the back is thrown up, 
and Major Seaton, attired as a policeman, appears 
at the window, and enquires, in pantomimic show, 
whether it is safe for him to enter. The cook runs 
to the wing and peeps off, then nods and beckons 
him, whereupon the policeman deliberately gets 
through the window and embraces the cook ; as he 
does so Miss Chamberlayne breaks off her valse and 
strikes into nigger melodies, changing from one to 
another with great rapidity : during this the police- 
man goes through conventional pantomimic business 
showing that he is hungry. The cook pushes him 
into a chair by the table, spreads a cloth rapidly, 
and puts on it bread, cheese and a pitcher of ale. 
The piano, which had wandered from one Christy 
Minstrel tune to another, now suddenly seems to 
have settled down to the old nigger tune of 

** There’s somebody in the house with Dinah, 

There’s somebody in the house I know.” 

Just as the policeman takes up his knife and prepares 
for assault upon the cheese, Beringer, dressed as a 
butcher boy, appears at the open window; he 
shakes his fist at the policeman, and pantomimically 


PANTOMIMIC CHARADES. 


IS 


expresses the paost violent indignation at Major 
Seaton’s presence; during all this time the piano 
continues to play 

** There’s somebody in the house with Dinah.* 

Beringer slaps his forehead, at last nods, rubs his 
hands together, as though to say, I have it,” once 
more shakes his fist furiously at the policeman and 
then disappears. As he does so the piano immedi- 
ately changes back to the old dreamy valse with 
which it began. The policeman is about to cut the 
cheese, when he suddenly bends forward and is 
observed to stare intently into it. First dismay, 
and secondly horror, as near as Major Seaton can 
render it, are depicted in his countenance. He raises 
himself from the chair, and with both hands upon 
the table, bends over and glares upon the cheese. 
His face is convulsed with rage. He snaps his 
fingers at the cook, he stamps, he gesticulates ! it 
is evident he is reviling her severely. The cook 
buries her face in her apron and sobs audibly, the 
policeman still stamps. Suddenly the cook drops 
her apron, snaps her fingers at her passionate 
adorer, points to the window, puts her arms akimbo, 
and is evidently giving as good as she has got. The 
policeman turns sulkily away, sinks into the chair, 
turning his back to both table and window, in short 
is looking off the stage, right. The cook sinks into 
her chair on the other side the table, turning her 
back upon it and the policeman, and throwing her 
apron over her head, begins to rock herself, 
pantomimic way of expressing emotion. 

The piano, which at the policeman’s rising had 


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THE PEIHE OP THE PADDOCK. 


changed from the dreamy valse tune into a hurry, 
and gradually increasing in sound, now gently glides 
back into the old tune. Suddenly at the window 
appears the butcher boy ; he carries a small box. 
After surveying the pair for a few seconds he shakes 
his fist once more at the policeman, then getting 
stealthily in at the window, creeps slowly forward 
and places the box beneath the policeman’s chair. 
Then rapidly retreating makes one more gesture 
of anger and rapidly disappears through the window. 
The piano immediately changes from the dreamy 
valse to a hurry, increasing in sound with great 
rapidity, there is a slight explosion, the policeman 
tumbles off his chair, the cook screams, and a 
tremendous crash of the piano brings down the 
curtain. 

“ Well, Major, our cracker was a great success,’ 
said Beringer. 

Yes, went capitally, but you were quite right, it 
would have been more effective if it had been a 
little bigger, but I was afraid of frightening the 
people in front.” 

“ Yes, Mr. Beringer, and you ought also to 
consider the nerves of the ladies on the stage, you 
couldn’t expect Jessie and me to stand a regular 
bombardment.” 

“ You played admirably. Miss Bridgeman,” re- 
turned the accused; ‘^and I am quite sure a little 
more powder wouldn’t have frightened you,” 

“ It’s no use,” returned Beatrice laughingly, we 
can be egged on at times to do deeds of great 
daring, but you’ll never coax me into winning the 
Victoria Cross, and now I must run away and change 
my dress. I. can’t stand being a cook all the evening, 


PANTOMIMIC CHAKADES. 


16 


although, Major Seaton, I shall only be too pleased 
to reserve a dance for the policeman/’ 

Of course amongst the audience are the usual 
comments, and as is customary, an elucidation of 
the riddle set before them is arrived at. If a word 
be well chosen, and well interpreted, it should be no 
mystery to the spectators : still, there are always 
some that fail to understand the puzzle propounded. 
It was as little likely Mr. Muddleton would unravel 
the skein as that Aunt Barbara would miss 
doing so. 

I don’t quite see it,” he observed. ‘‘ It can’t be 
explosion, and I don’t see how they can make out 
bombardment.” 

You’re too bad, Mr. Muddletop,” exclaimed 
Aunt Barbara. They played it so well, and you 
won’t see it.” 

‘^Ah ! you’re in their confidence.” 

Indeed I am not,” replied Miss Bridgeman. 

Why Dinah of course was the name of the cook, 
the music told you that. She asks the policeman to 
supper, who discovers mites in the cheese, and then 
his rival, the butcher boy, blows him- up, in the last 
popular fashion, with dynamite.^^ 

Well, I should never have thought of that,” 
rejoined Air. Muddletop, ‘‘ but I suppose that is the 
word.” 

Well done, Aliss Chamberlayne,” cried the 
squire, as that young lady, who had no necessity for 
changing her dress, made her appearance. ‘‘I 
understand what Alajor Seaton meant now. Your 
playing had a great deal to do with our success- 
fully understanding the word, and now we’ll come 
and get some supper w’hile they clear away the chairs.” 


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THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK 


They were a very merry party. There were the 
charades to talk over, and there was dancing to 
follow, and in due course, the music from the 
drawing-room proclaimed that all was ready. 

Harry Beringer had, long ago, made the dis- 
covery that not only was Beatrice Bridgeman the 
best valser round all Warminster but one of the 
nicest girls he had ever met, to boot. Still, he 
would have been very much puzzled had anyone 
asked him if he had serious intention with regard 
to this girl. In good truth he had never even 
thought about it; he was as careless, reckless a 
young gentleman as ever carried her Majesty’s com- 
mission ; he was amazingly popular, both with men 
and women ; and, what was more, enjoyed the 
reputation of being pretty good all round.” But 
as for matrimony, that was a thing that Harry 
Beringer, in his twenty-sixth year, had only turned 
over in a cursory fashion. That he must marry at 
some time, he regarded as certain ; he could see no 
other prospect of appeasing his creditors. And, as 
Mr. Beringer was given to hunting, which he 
could hardly afford, and one or two other equally 
expensive tastes, it may easily be guessed that he 
was tolerably deep in debt. It is curious that this 
theory is very popular with young men. They 
are wont to regard matrimony as a commercial 
transaction, with which inclination has nothing to 
do, but for the sake of human nature it is gratify- 
ing to think that, as a rule, they rarely act up to 
their professions. 

But the strains of the ‘‘ Mia Cara ” valses are 
ringing through the room, and Harry Beringer 
whirling by, with Beatrice Bridgeman on his arm, 


PANTOMIMIC CHARADES. 


17 


thinks little of that day of reckoning which attends 
upon those who live not wisely but too well. 
He was thoroughly alive to his partner’s charms; 
but, at the present moment, in high spirits at the 
success of the charades, he gives himself up to the 
intoxication of the dance. 

I suppose we are likely to hav^ you for some 
time at Warminster ? ” said Beatrice, as they paused 
for a few moments in the dance. 

Well, not for very long. In these days it is 
rare to get a long spell of one station ; however, we 
ought to be here till next autumn.” 

‘‘ That is the worst of knowing the officers 
quartered here. By the time we have made great 
friends amongst them they leave for distant parts, 
and we see no more of them.” 

“AIL the more reason, Miss Beatrice, that you 
should be kind to us. We are having a good time 
here, but Heaven knows what’s in store for us. W e 
may be sent to some quarter where there is not a 
pretty woman within miles of us ; where there is no 
dancing ; where the hunting is execrable, and where 
all the comfort of civilized life is denied us.” 

“ A very moving picture, Mr. Beringer,” replied 
Beatrice, laughing ; “ but you don’t imagine you 
are going to impose upon me in that fashion. I 
know you’ve dull quarters at times, but I think you 
contrive to get as much fun out of life as any class 
of men I know.” 

“ Ah ! you don’t know what haunts the mind of 
the soldier of the present day. There’s always 
Ireland looming before him, where the landlords 
are all broke, and the peasantry throw stones at 
him because he is called upon to interfere with their 

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talking sedition, and indulging in their favorite 
sport of agrarian outrage.” 

Well, Mr. Beringer, I can only hope when we 
lose you that you will be sent to a quarter more 
congenial to your taste.” 

What a pretty girl ! ” was Harry Beringer’s 
somewhat irrel^ant reply. Who is she ? ” and 
he indicated a slight, quietly dressed, dark-eyed 
girl, who, just at that moment, passed them. 

‘‘ That — oh, that is Eose Eawlinson ; she’s the 
daughter of one of our leading tenants. She is a 
very nice girl, too ; but her father has made the 
mistake of educating her above her station, and her 
natural associates are rather rough for her refined 
taste.” 

I suppose you have plenty of the tenants here 
to-night ? ” said Beringer. 

Oh, yes ; it is an annual entertainment, they all 
come to see the acting, and the larger ones are 
asked to join the ball and supper afterwards, while 
the smaller tenants are regaled with supper in the 
servants’ hall.” 

Let’s have another turn,” said Beringer — ‘‘it’s 
a sin to waste any more of this lovely valse.” 

When their dance terminated Miss Bridgeman 
was claimed by Major Seaton. A little while after- 
wards, she saw — somewhat to her surprise — that 
Mr. Beringer was dancing with Eose Eawlinson ; 
and, what was more, evidently intent on making 
himself excessively agreeable. 


CHAPTEE III. 

KOSE RAWLINSON 

A MOST successful evening, Jessie,” said Miss 
Bridgeman, as the two girls sat over the fire in the 
latter’s room, talking the whole affair over. ‘‘ The 
charades owed half their success to your playing. 
The splendid crash with which you brought down 
the curtain I’m sure ought to have suggested 
dynamite to the whole company. Your explosion 
on the piano quite eclipsed Mr. Beringer’s stage 
effect.” 

“ That very volatile soldier fully recompensed him- 
self for his arduous duties. He did his duty fairly 
by you and me, in the matter of dancing ; but he 
deserves punishment for his outrageous flirtation 
with Kose Eawlinson. 

‘^Yes,” replied Beatrice laughing, "I was con- 
scious of shameless desertion, and as for Eose, the 
little minx, I can only say she looked as if she was 
thoroughly enjoying her ball. Well it really is 
quite time we went to bed ; run away, and to- 
morrow after breakfast, we’ll walk down to the 
paddocks, and see papa’s new bargain. I always 
like a walk before lunch, more especially when 
one has been up late.” 

Left to herself. Miss Bridgeman mused a little 
on Mr. Beringer’s want of allegiance. It really was 
too bad of him; already Eose showed signs of 

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20 THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

discontent with her forbearings and surroundings, 
attention from a man like Mr. Beringer would only 
turn her head, and still further increase that ; even 
if there were the slightest chance of anything 
serious coming of it, she should feel it her duty to 
oppose it. Mr. Beringer’s people were of good 
family, and would be sure to be bitterly opposed 
to any idea of such a marriage as that, and then 
Beatrice could not help smiling at herself in the 
'glass, as she thought how very far her specula- 
tions had carried her. 

As regards a slight ball-room flirtation. Miss 
Bridgeman was quite aware that there are men who 
cannot help making love to every pretty woman 
they come across. They mean it thoroughly at the 
time, it is merely they are too catholic in their 
admiration. As one of these offenders once ex- 
plained on finding himself in some scrape from this 
fatal facility, it is only my unfortunate manner.” 
Then Miss Bridgeman drew herself up, and deter- 
mined that as the Squire’s daughter it was her 
duty to watch over the daughters of his tenantry, 
and that Mr. Beringer must be spoken to; and then 
as she glanced once more at her counterfeit and saw 
the sunny golden-red tresses and deep blue eyes, 
she turned away with a triumphant laugh and 
retired to bed in the serenely pleasant frame of 
mind of one who has determined to do her duty. 

She slept the sleep of the just, and though after 
the evening’s revel the breakfast at Gore Court 
equalled in its unpunctuality the starting of a selling 
race at a genuine old-fashioned country meeting, 
yet Beatrice Bridgeman, was the last to put in an 
appearance, and came in for much mock condolence 


KOSE RAWLINSON. 


21 


upon her over-fatigue and the general prostration 
produced by her histrionic exertions of the night 
before. Looking fresh as a rose she laughingly 
parried the attacks upon her, and, her hunger 
appeased, said : 

‘‘ Now, who is for a stroll this morning. Jessie 
and I are going down to the paddocks to inspect 
papa’s new bargain.” 

“ I shall be delighted, for one,” exclaimed Harry 
Beringer. ‘‘ From what the Squire said yesterday 
it will be the visit of one invalid to another.” 

Take care, take care,” retorted Miss Bridgeman. 
“ I have a crow to pick with you presently, but 
what did papa say about his new purchase.” 

“ Only that she had been half starved before he 
got her, and bullied besides by some other horse, 
she had been running with, and wanted both oats 
and taking care of. I suppose you take a great 
interest in your father’s paddocks. Miss Bridge- 
man.” 

Yes, but it isn’t half such fun as it was when 
he first began, and bred horses chiefly for his own 
use ; then we saw them grow up and rode or drove 
them afterwards Now, he goes in for racehorses, 
and they are sold as yearlings.” 

The Squire has not been lucky in his sales so 
far, I fancy ; but it requires time to get a lot of 
good mares together.” 

That’s what papa says. It’s his great hobby 
and like most hobbies doesn’t pay. However farm- 
ing’s worse nowadays, and that’s what most of our 
neighbours indulge in ; Mr. Muddleton for 
instance.” 

I’d a good deal rather raise thoroughbred stock 


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THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


4:han farm,” remarked Beringer, somewhat disdain- 
fully. Besides it is a very lucrative business when 
your stud has once made a name.” 

‘‘Well come and see ours which hasn’t as yet,” 
rejoined Miss Bridgeman laughing. “ Now, Jessie 
are you ready ? ” 

“ Am I ready,” retorted Miss Chamberlayne. 
“ Why I finished breakfast an hour ago.” 

The party were soon under way, and a pleasant 
stroll across the park brought them to the eight 
paddocks in which the Squire’s mares and their 
progeny were running. The foals, some half-score 
in all, were first inspected, and the cream of the lot 
duly admired, and then the matrons of the stud were 
visited. These were mostly running together in the 
Eight acre. 

“Now, Bristow,” said Miss Bridgeman, “we want 
to see the new purchase. I don’t even know her 
name, but the last animal.” 

“We only got her two days ago, miss, and she’s 
not here, she is in one of the small paddocks. The 
fact is, she is downright cowed. Cornflower told 
me, she was a bag of bones when he got her, and 
he put her in a field with a half-bred thing who 
got master of her. I daren’t put her amongst the 
others till I have put some heart in her.” 

“ Ah ! I understand,” interposed Miss Bridgeman, 
“ she is what ladies call in a low nervous state, poor 
thing.” 

“ Capitally put,” said Major Seaton. “You are 
quite right, Bristow, she will pick up much quicker 
if left to herself. These high-bred matrons can be 
as nasty to each other at times as the best bred 
ladies.” 


BOSE BAWLmSON. 


23 


‘^Yes,^ chimed in Jessie Chamberlayne, I can > 
quite believe that, and then think after a long 
course of snubbing and bullying how nice it must 
be to be left to yourself for a time ; but let us go 
and see this fair recluse.” 

Where is she, Bristow ? ” enquired Beatrice. 

I’ve got her in the next paddock, miss,” 
replied Bristow, as he proceeded to lead the way 
thither. 

They followed Bristow into the next paddock, and 
the party was soon standing before a ragged, lean 
looking bay mare, with drooping crest and melan- 
choly eyes* 

‘^Well!” exclaimed Beatrice. ‘‘I don’t think 
much of papa’s bargain. She looks to me as if she 
would die.” 

‘‘I’m sure she requires port wine and bark,” 
remarked Jessie Chamberlayne, whose merely 
theoretical knowledge of horse-flesh was sKght. 

“ That about expresses it,” said Beringer. “ She 
has been a good deal neglected, but Bristow will 
have her all round again in a few weeks, take my 
word for it. But you’re wrong. Miss Bridgeman, 
she’s not such a bad shaped mare, when you come to 
look her over.” 

“ No, sir,” chimed in Bristow, “ and she’s a rare 
bred ’un, and a very prettily named one. Golden 
Dream, by Goldseeker, out of Dreamland.” 

“ Golden Dream, yes, it is a pretty name,” said 
Beatrice, meditatively. 

“ Ah ! and what golden dreams we all indulge in 
in connection with horse-flesh,” said Beringer. 

“ Yes,” replied Beatrice, “ especially you gentle- 
men, when you go racing. Well now I think we’ve 


THE PRIDE OE THE PADDOCIL 


seen all that Bristow has to show us, and we had 
better stroll home to lunch.” 

As the quartet strolled across the park, they 
broke into couples, and Beatrice, who had Mr. 
Beringer for her cavalier, felt that now was the time 
to deliver herself of that little sermon she meditated, 
but somehow it did not seem quite so easy to liberate 
her mind of it this morning as it had done last 
night. She was forced to admit to herself that the 
duty point of view had rather vanished, and that a 
spirit of raillery seemed a fitter mode in which to 
approach the subject. However, she was looking 
her best, and she knew it. Her close-fitting cloth 
dress showed her trim figure to perfection, the fresh 
air had brought the bloom to her cheek, and the 
light to her eyes, and nothing gives a woman more 
confidence than feeling that her appearance is 
beyond criticism. 

Well, Mr. Beringer, if anybody enjoyed the 
dance last night, I should say you did. A more 
shameless flirtation than you thought proper to 
indulge in with Rose Rawlinson I never witnessed.” 

‘‘ I don’t see anything shameful about it,” retorted 
Beringer. She is a very pretty girl, and danced 
very nicely. If we were mutually pleased with 
each other I don’t see what harm there was in it.” 

Oh, it was easy to see you were mutually pleased 
with each other. I’ve no doubt you have turned 
that girl’s head.” 

*‘I don’t know why you should think so,” re- 
joined Beringer, smiling. “ Lots of the other men 
danced with the farmers’ daughters, and if it 
was my luck to secure the prettiest who can blame 


nOS^ RAWLINSON. 


‘‘Yes, but they didn’t dance persistently with 
them all night.” 

Not quite so fortunate as myself in their 
partners perhaps,” retorted the imperturbable lines- 
man. 

“ You’re laughing ^at me, Mr. Beringer,” retorted 
Beatrice with a slight dash of asperity in her tone. 

I think it was very bad form of you to pay that 
girl such marked attention.” 

“I think you are making a mountain of a mole- 
hill,” replied Beringer, laughing. It is one of 
the canons of military law to make oneself agree- 
able to a pretty woman. If Miss Rawlinson troubles 
her head about me, further than that I was a 
pleasant partner at a very pleasant dance, I shall 
be much astonished. I am quite as conceited as 
my fellows no doubt, but it don’t carry me that far,” 
he concluded mendaciously. 

“ It isn’t that,” replied Beatrice, “ you’re putting 
ideas into Eose’s head which will only make her 
discontented with her station, and she is quite 
enough inclined to be that already,” and with this 
parting salvo Miss Bridgeman abruptly dropped the 
subject with the feeling that she had had consider- 
ably the worst of the argument. 

Mr. Beringer, though a young man, was some- 
what skilled in the ways of women, and was not a 
little surprised to find that his flirtation with Eose 
Rawlinson had piqued Beatrice. He was by no 
means weak enough to think that Miss Bridgeman 
had a tendresse for him, but it was something even 
to find that she took an interest in his proceedings. 
He was very anxious to produce a favourable im- 
pression upon her^ moro he hardly looked forward 


sa THE PKIDE OF THE PAHDOCE: 

to, as before said he had no immediate thoughts of 
marriage, and in the second place, even if he could 
win the girl herself, he thought it very improbable 
that Ealph Bridgeman would ever consent to give 
him his daughter. Beatrice would bring a fortune 
in a small way to the man who married her, while 
he, Harry Beringer, had nothing but a very 
moderate allowance from his father in addition te 
bis pay. His dancing so much with Kose had been 
due to the course of events, he would gladly havo 
monopolised Miss Bridgeman had that been possible, 
but in her father’s house it was not likely that 
Beatrice would have many dances to spare, indeed, 
her card was, as a rule, speedily filled at any ball- 
room in her own county. Under those circumstances, 
Mr. Beringer, after his wont, consoled himself with 
the next prettiest girl available, and so well did 
Eose dance, and so well did he get on with her, that 
he undoubtedly did not press Miss Bridgeman for 
one or two more dances as he might have done. 

Mr. Beringer, one need scarcely say, was far too 
experienced a young gentleman not to have paved 
the way for seeing his new enchantress again. It 
was very easy ; he had promised to lend her a book 
that she wished to read, and which he vowed he 
possessed, but which in reality if not to be had in 
Warminster he would have to procure from London. 
He had further professed great love for music, and 
admitted that he played a little himself. Thi& was 
true, he did, just sufficient to accompany himself in 
a hunting song. And then he mendaciously de- 
clared that he possessed a copy of a set of valses 
that were played that evening which she pronounced 
delicious, and said that he should be only too happy 


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27 


to lend it to her. Further, Miss Rawlinson told him 
that she was very fond of hunting, and that the 
reason he had not as yet seen her out was that she 
had been on a visit to some friends in London and 
had only returned a few days before. So that upon 
the whole there was no reason Mr. Beringer should 
not see a good deal of Rose Rawlinson if he chose, 
and he was quite clear in his own mind that he 
did choose, although he did not think it worth 
while to confide his intentions on this point to 
Miss Bridgeman. 


CHAPTER IV. 

‘^HARRINGTON BROOK.” 

John Rawlinson lived in a substantial thatch- 
covered farmhouse, about a mile from Grore Court. 
He was a prosperous well-to-do man, farming some 
five hundred acres at an easy rent under Ralph 
Bridgeman. The Squire’s farms were mostly a good 
size, though this was perhaps one of the biggest. 
The house was well though solidly furnished, and 
the large old-fashioned garden was as trimly kept as 
that of Gore Court. Farming, until of late, had been 
a profitable business, and the Squire’s tenants had 
thriven for some years on it — a jolly, boisterous, free- 
handed set, on excellent terms with their landlord, 
and eating and drinking of the best. Ralph Bridge- 
man was always liberal in the matter of game, 
hares and pheasants were liberally distributed 
amongst them, and for the matter of that, 
there were always plenty more to be bought, and 


28 


THE PHIDS OF THE PADDOCK 


venison to boot, in Warminster market. They knew 
what good living was, these Clayfordshire farmers, 
and if the ordinary on market day did not present 
salmon at half-a-crown a pound the landlord knew 
very well that he would lose his customers. They 
made up for it loyally afterwards by drinking much 
powerful port and portentous rummers of mahogany- 
colored brandy and water. They were a bustling, 
burly, hard-working race, interchanging a good deal 
of rough hospitality with one another, and if their 
draughts on market days seemed to the uninitiated 
Deep as the rolling Zuyder Zee,” they took little 
harm by them. But there was an end coming to 
all this, already the first signs of the decay of the 
agricultural interest might be noted by those shrewd 
enough, and already John Kawlinson scented trouble 
from afar. 

Dash it all, Mary,” he said, as they sat at their 
early dinner, I don't know how we shall carry on 
if things don’t mend. We’ve laughed for three years 
at bad crops and bad prices and said What did it 
matter ? The good times would soon come round 
again, and that our backs were broad enough to 
bear it, but here is a fourth year come, and not only 
are my crops worse than ever, but the little corn I 
have is worth nothing when it’s taken to market.” 

^^It’s getting serious I know John,” replied his 
wife. It’s well we’ve got Eose’s schooling all 
paid for.” 

Yes father,” replied the girl, that’s one expense 
saved. I shall cost you no more on that score.” 

^^It seems as if no farm produce would fetch 
anything,” said Mrs. Eawlinson. see by the 

papers that they’re going to send us mutton from 


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29 


Australia and undersell us in our own market, just 
as the Americans do with the wheat.” 

I don’t know how it will all end,” said John 
Kawlinson. ^‘We are not over rented, and the 
Squire is a good landlord, but at the meeting the 
other day, we all agreed that we must ask the Squire 
for an abatement of rent till better times come 
round. It goes agin’ the grain, but there’s no help 
for it. It’s no use waiting until our capital is all 
gone, and the last three years has swallowed up a 
plaguey lot of mine.” 

“ Chickens fetch good prices,” observed Mrs. Eaw- 
linson, ‘‘but we can’t live upon the profits of the 
poultry yard.” 

“ Well, bid lady. Heaven knows how it’s all to 
end, but I must be off now to look after those chaps 
in the top close. The labourers don’t put their 
heart into their work as they used before we 
dropped their wages.” 

“ And I,” said Mrs. Rawlinson, “must go and look 
after those sluts in the dairy ; they do nothing but 
gabble instead of churning, if I don’t keep an eye 
on them ! You are no good, Rose, or else you would 
be a help to me. I always said it was wrong, 
but your father would have his way. You are a 
good girl, but it is a pity you have been brought up 
a lady.” 

“ But, mother,” rejoined the girl, “ I’m no fool, 
and quite willing to learn, if you will only teach me.” 

“ Tut, tut, child, ’twould be more bother than ’tis 
worth, learning you now. Amuse yourself with your 
plane r and books ; only, mind there’s a real good cup 
of tea for your father when he comes in at six 
o’clock.” 


30 


THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


Left to herself, Eose begins to wonder whether 
her mother is not right. With naturally fine in- 
stincts she has been brought up a ** lady,” and now 
that troublous times are coming on them feels pain- 
fully conscious how very little help she can give in 
breasting the stream. Then there is some truth in 
what Miss Bridgeman alleged, she is a little discon- 
tented with her surroundings ; her brothers are proud 
of her, but can hardly understand her, while their 
friends, heartily as she welcomes them, seem awe- 
struck at her presence. She feels that she acts as 
a sort of wet blanket on their naturally boisterous 
good fellowship ; to use a slang expression they are 
afraid to let out ” before her. That her father is 
speaking the truth, she knows well. Only the other 
night her elder brother John, holding one of the 
snuggest little farms on the Gore Court estate, had 
said that he didn’t know how he was to carry on 
The Shaws,” any longer while Eobert, who lived 
at home and assisted his father, re-echoed the same 
complaint. Well, she must do her best ; if she 
couldn’t one way, she must find another, though 
at present she did not exactly see what the other 
way was to be. Play the piano,” she mused, as 
she sat down to the instrument. ‘‘Yes I can do 
that, and sing too, both nicely enough, I have been 
told, to please people, but to make money — no! 
Folks expect to hear much better playing than mine 
when they pay for it. 

Then she sat down to the instrument, and her 
fingers strayed idly over the keys, till her reflections 
weie suddenly cut short by the tramp of a horse’s 
hoofs on the gravel outside, there was a sharp ring 
at the bell, a slight mingling of voices, the hoofs trod 


HAREINaTON BROOK. 


31 


quietly away in the direction of the stables, the door 
opened, and the neat parlour-maid with a smile 
announced Mr. Beringer, miss.” 

Kose started from her seat and, with a slight flush 
on her face, came forward to meet her partner of 
two nights before. 

How do you do, Miss Eawlinson,” remarked that 
mendacious soldier as he shook hands. I have 
somehow mislaid the book, but I have brought you 
the waltzes you so much admired the other evening. 
What a good dance it was ! wasn’t it ? And now of 
course the most important thing is to know when 
we are to have another.” 

Ah, when,” replied Eose ; “ dances round War- 
minster are few and far betwee. But it was a good 
ball wasn’t it. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I 
laughed at the charades, and oh, Mr. Beringer, you 
did make the most vindictive butcher boy ever 
seen.” 

Indeed, it was all great fun. The Squire does 
things so well; Miss Bridgeman too, was capital 
wasn’t she ? ” 

She does everything well,” rejoined Eose warmly ; 
she dances beautifully, and of course you have seen 
her ride ? ” 

Yes, she can go, and what’s more she rides like 
a lady, quietly and neatly, capital style, but as far 
as dancing goes, Vm sure. Miss Eawlinson, you need 
not fear comparison with anyone.” 

For a moment a shadow flitted across Eose’s face, 
which puzzled Harry Beringer, but it cleared again 
as he asked the simple question. 

‘‘ Don’t you hunt ? ” 

** Yes,” vras the gleeful rejoinder, “ when I get the 


THE 1»HIDE OE THE PADDOCK. 

chance, but I have only one horse, while Miss 
Bridgeman has a couple of her own and can always 
borrow a mount from her father.” 

You’ll be out of course on Friday.” 

“ Yes. Tapperly is only a couple of miles from 
here, and The Shaws, the first cover they draw, is on 
my brother’s form, and ” continued Eose proudly, 
they seldom have to look farther for their fox.” 

^‘Well I shall hope to see you there,” rejoined 
Beringer,” and trust we may have as good a day 
as we had evening the other night at Gore 
Court.” 

What fun it will be if we do,” said Eose, her 
dark eyes sparkling at the bare thought. ‘^It’s a 
very pretty country and we usually do have a good 
run from Tapperly. Good-bye ” she added, as her 
guest rose to go, and thank you very much for the 
valses.” 

She stood at the window, watching him, as he 
rode away. “ He says,” she muttered, ‘‘ Miss 
Bridgeman ‘can go,’ he shall see if I can’t. If 
ever I rode I will on Friday.” 

A soft grey November morning and the horsemen 
cluster thick about Tapperly cross roads, nothing 
like such a crowd as is seen in the shires, for 
Clayfordshire is one of the so-called provincial 
counties, not but what they can ride pretty hard 
down there, and do, at times. 

It was a favourite meet, being only some four or 
five miles from Warminster. All the hunting men 
from the barracks were, of course, there ; and there 
was also a contingent from the cathedral, who drove 
out with their feminine belongings, just to see the 
hounds throw off. Ealph Bridgeman and his 


HARRINaXON BROOK. 


n 

daughter were there ; and so was Eose Eawlinson, 
under the chaperonage of her father, who, however, 
did not affect to ride, but confined himself to the 
coffee house department. Mr. Muddleton, too, was 
there ; and, to the amusement of the field, had just 
propounded a quite new theory as to the way in 
which the fox would break from The Shaws. 

The Shaws were three small spinnies, varying 
from five to three acres apiece, and almost con- 
nected ; and the line the fox would take was pretty 
well stereotyped on the minds of all the hunting 
men present. 

To the Squire’s remark of Pooh, pooh, Muddle- 
ton, you know very well he always breaks from the 
far spinny — he can’t do otherwise — and makes 
straight away for Kirby.” 

‘‘ Foxes, like Christians,” responded Mr. Muddle- 
ton, “ sometimes change their minds. And a muggy 
morning like this was calculated to make one take 
a different view of thiugs. I know, if I were a fox, 
I should have great difficulty about making up my 
mind what it was best to do under such unpleasant 
circumstances.” 

A roar of laughter greeted Mr. Muddleton’s allu- 
sion to his besetting infirmity ; and the Squire 
exclaimed : — 

Ah ! if you had been born a fox, Muddleton, 
you would have been chopped in cover 1 The 
hounds would have been down upon you before you 
had made up your mind about the best way out.” 

In the meantime, the two girls had greeted each 
other warmly. They were really great friends, as 
far as the difference in their station allowed. But 
there was no doubt, thev were just a little bit 

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34 


THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK 


jealous of each other; not of each other’s attrac- 
tions, they were both above that — to say nothing of 
each having good reason to place thorough con- 
fidence in her own charms. If Miss Bridgeman had 
thought fit to lecture Mr. Beringer on his flirtation 
with Eose, it was from pique, the cause of which 
she had not as yet confessed to herself ; but there 
was no doubt they were slightly jealous of each 
other in the hunting field. Of the sprinkling of 
ladies who hunted with the West Clayfordshire, 
they were, undeniably, the two best horsewomen. 
Each had her own section of admirers ; and it was 
very hard to say which was the better of the two — 
sometimes one, sometimes the other, had the best 
of it. This feeling, indeed, had, upon one occasion, 
called forth a rebuke from the courteous but much- 
tried Master, who, when their jealous riding had 
caused them to press what he deemed unduly on 
his darlings, suddenly exclaimed, Upon my soul, 
young ladies, I wish you would think a little less of 
each other and more of my hounds.” 

However, the pack is thrown in, and the Squire 
has barely time to ejaculate, “No racing to-day, 
Trixie mine ; and T trust. Miss Eose, your father 
has issued similar orders,” when the hounds break 
into a general chorus, there is a view halloo, from 
the far side of the cover, the hounds crash 
through it, and, to the confusion of everybody, 
Muddleton has turned out a true prophet, and the 
fox has broke according to his prediction. 

“ This way. Miss Bridgeman ! ” exclaims Harry 
Beringer, as he sets his horse going, and races round 
the cover, followed by the two girls and a score or 
so more of horsemen, all anxious to make up for a 


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35 


bad start. I’ll give you a lead over this,” he 
shouted. 

Lead those two ! ” exclaimed Major Seaton, 

by Jove, my boy, you had better take care they 
don’t lead you. They can both ride, and know 
every yard of the country.” 

Harry Beringer made no reply, but crashed over 
a fence into a lane, over a low post and rail on the 
other side, in time to see the hounds disappear over 
the fence at the far end of a large stubble field, 
with only Mr. Muddleton really with them. 

‘‘ What a start Muddleton has got ! ” exclaimed 
the Squire, as he came up on Seaton’s right. 

“Yes,” laughed the other; “if we don’t catch 
them we shall never hear the end of this.” 

That there was a rattling scent, and that they were 
in for a quick thing, there could be no doubt ; and, 
at present, the situation was this : — Muddleton was 
the only man who was really with the hounds. 
Next to him, came the huntsman, who, though a 
good bit behind, had got within reach of his hounds 
by, what I once heard described as, “ the inscrutable 
ways of Providence.” 

Harry Beringer was leading the first fiight ; and, 
I am afraid, thinking but little of the two ladies he 
• had volunteered to pilot. The Squire, Seaton, Miss 
Bridgeman, Eose, and some half-dozen others, came 
along pretty close upon Beringer’s heels ; and, be- 
hind them, at a considerable interval, thundered 
the ruck. A quarter-of-an-hour, and the scene was 
considerably changed. The huntsman had worked 
his way to the front; and Muddleton, who never 
had the decision requisite to hold his own in a 
quick thing, had come back to the first flight. 


86 TBE ?EIDE OF THE PADDOCK, 

Harry Beringer still held pride of place, but he was 
beginning to ride his horse very carefully, for he 
knew that if, at this pace, a check did not ensue 
before the next ten minutes, he would have got to 
the bottom of him. Served by their light weights, 
the two girls, riding now somewhat wide of one 
another, came next. Then followed the Squire, and 
Major Seaton, who was with him, felt already that 
his horse showed signs of being outpaced. After 
crossing the next fence, they found themselves in a 
large grass field, at the farther end of which the 
tell-tale willows gave notice of water, while up 
the slope of the field, on the opposite side, the 
hounds were racing, with a breast-high scent. 

“ Harrington Brook ! ” shouted the Squire, as soon 
as he was over the fence. For God’s sake pall up, 
Trixie. After all the rain we’ve had it must be a 
regular brimmer,” but it was not likely Miss Bridge- 
man was going to pay much heed to her father’s 
remonstrance while Eose Eawlinson was sending 
her bonny bay mare as straight as a line down 
towards the willows. 

They saw the huntsman suddenly change his line 
and incline a little to the right, put his horse 
straight at the brook — and disappear. 

“ In it,” muttered Beringer, as he took his horse 
hard by the head, and turning in his saddle, he held 
up his hand with a warning gesture, and cried out, 
“ Too big for you Miss Bridgeman, too big ! pray 
leave it alone,” and bending forward once more over 
his horse’s withers he steadied him for a few strides 
and then, as he caught sight of the water, sent him at 
it with a will. He was over ! and only just ! As 
his horse struck out on the opposite side, he sent a 


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big lump of the bank behind him into the water, 
while his rider, once more turning in his saddle, 
cast an anxious look behind him at his fair 
followers. 

By heavens ! ” he exclaimed, they are racing 
at it,” as the two girls, who had now converged upon 
his tracks, came down to the water almost stride for 
stride. 

Beatrice set her teeth close as she neared it. 
Harrington Brook was one of the famous jumps in 
the West Clayfordshire country, and she knew it 
was one of Rose Rawlinson’s proudest boasts that 
she had once jumped it. She took one glance at 
her rival, but Rose’s calm, resolute face quite de- 
termined her. ‘‘ I’ll drown ! ” she muttered, sooner 
than pull bridle ! ” 

Close upon it now ! Rose is leading about half-a- 
length, another quick glance at her companion’s 
face, and Beatrice throws her heart to the other 
side, and rides her horse as boldly at it as man or 
woman need do ! There has been no sign of blenching 
on the part of her rival, and the two girls rise at 
the brook almost simultaneously. 

Both safely over, thank God ! ” exclaims Harry 
Beringer, but no ; Rose strides away, and as 
Beatrice’s horse strikes off to follow her example, 
the treacherous bank gives way, and Beatrice has 
barely time to kick her foot out of the stirrup 
and throw herself forward on to the bank before 
the luckless animal topples backward into the 
stream. 

Help ! help ! Mr. Beringer ! ” cried Rose, pulling 
up. 

Beringer, who had just set his horse going again. 


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stopped as quickly as he could at the cry, threw 
himself oflf and ran back best pace to the brook. 
To his intense relief Miss Bridgeman struggled to 
her feet as he reached her, 

I hope you are not hurt ? ” he said anxiously. 

Nothing to signify,” said she lightly, a few 
bruises, and I fancy I have sprained my wrist. But 
oh ! my poor horse ! Mr. Beringer, never mind me, 
but pray go to Sultan’s assistance.” 

All right,” he replied, ‘‘ sit down here and keep 
quiet for a few minutes, and take a mouthful of 
sherry out of my flask. Horses are pretty clever. 
Miss Bridgeman, and no doubt with a little assist- 
ance, Sultan will get out either one side or the 
other. Ah ! Miss Eawlinson, let me help you down 
before I go. I’ll leave you in charge,” and so saying 
Beringer ran back to the brook to look after the 
luckless Sultan. 

He soon discovered that that plucky animal, after 
struggling desperately to recover his footing, had 
tumbled back into the water, and after drifting 
some three hundred yards farther down the stream, 
had once more succeeded in feeling his feet on a 
shelving portion of the bank, and luckily on the 
same side as he himself was. Beringer ran down 
the bank, but ere he could reach him Sultan had 
struggled up it, shaking himself like a Newfound- 
land dog, but none the worse for his mishap, unless 
the loss of his bridle could be called so. As he 
took him by his forelock and led him back to his 
mistress a who-hoop ” from the other side of the 
crest of the hill proclaimed the death of a fox, and 
as Harry Beringer rejoined the girls, he raised his 
hat and said, I bring you back your pet, safe and 


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39 


sound, Miss Bridgeman, and may congratulate you 
both upon being right in front through the quickest 
thing I ever rode, and being two out of the four 
who had Harrington Brook when a brimmer,’* 


CHAPTER V. 

WARMINSTER MARKET.” 

Yes, it had been the supreme effort of as straight a 
running fox as ever died in the open. He had 
struggled through Harrington Brook only to hear 
the fierce throated chorus behind him, and to know 
that his relentless foes, with bristles up, and gleam- 
ing eyes, were closing rapidly upon him. Just over 
the crest of the hill they rolled him over, and he 
died mute after the manner of his race, showing his 
glistening teeth and wicked snarl to the last. 

Beatrice, by this, had pretty well recovered, and 
except for the strain of her wrist, was apparently no 
worse for her mishap than was Sultan. 

Beringer lifted her on to her horse, and though his 
bridle was left at the bottom of the brook, their 
nags, after such a ‘‘ bucketing ” as they had had 
were all sober enough, and Sultan followed his 
companions meekly as a sheep. 

By this time, the Squire, the Master and a good 
many of the first flight, who had taken advantage 
of a bridge a little lower down the stream, came up. 

Fairly cut down, by a couple of women,” ex- 
claimed the Master, as he raised his hat to Beatrice, 
we ought to be downright ashamed of ourselves. 
All’s well that ends well. Miss Bridgeman, but it was 
rash in the extreme to ride at Harrington Brook in 


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its present state, with the bridge only three hundred 
yards below you.” 

You’d have done just the same if you had been 
in my place,” retorted Beatrice, ‘‘ and you know it, 
Mr. Roll,” and the Master, to whom the jealousy of 
the two girls as to their riding was no secret, laughed, 
looked at them comically for a moment, and re- 
joined, “ Well, perhaps I should,” 

You’ll go hunting no more, Trixie,” exclaimed 
the Squire. When you turn it into steeplechasing 
it’s high time your horses went to the hammer.” 

^‘I’m sure it wasn’t my fault, papa,” rejoined 
Beatrice. “ Whether it was that of the fox or 
Mr. Roll’s flyers I leave you gentlemen to settle.” 

As for you Rose,” said the Squire, you’re just 
as bad, and I hope your father will either bind you 
over to good behaviour or sell that bonny bay 
mare.” 

But the heroines of the hour were speedily eclipsed 
by the arrival of Muddleton, bursting with the ful- 
filment of his vaticination. For once he had proved 
himself right, and the rest of the world wrong, and 
for a man who set himself in opposition to public 
opinion for the reason only that it was public opinion, 
and not from any logical deductions, this was indeed 
a triumph. 

I told you how it would be,” he exclaimed, but 
you would none of you hear of it. You think a fox 
is a bit of machinery, which only goes one way. 
You’ll pay attention to me, perhaps, another time. 
Why, hang it, I had the hounds to myself for the 
first quarter-of-an-hour, and only I thought they 
were about to swing to the right 1 should have been 
the sole man with them when they killed.” 


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41 


As it was,” said Mr. Roll, I don’t think any one 
can claim that honour. What time do you make 
it, Bridgeman ? ” 

Five and twenty minutes,” rejoined the Squire, 
and I should think close upon five miles.” 

^‘By Jove,” rejoined the Master, ^^it was a 
cracker. That’s pretty well as fast as the Grand 
National. And now I think we’ll trot off and look 
after another fox. With the exception of Jones 
the huntsman, none of us saw that one rolled over, 
and though he scrambled in and out of the brook 
pretty smartly, yet they had torn their fox pretty 
well to pieces before he got there.” 

And now the girls separated ; with her sprained 
\^ist and no bridle it was impossible for Miss Bridge- 
man to go on, and so she accordingly started for 
home, in charge of her father, leaving Rose and 
Mr. Beringer to continue their sport with the 
rest. 

Well, Miss Rawlinson,” said Beringer, as he jogged 
along by her side towards the next cover, I do wish 
Miss Bridgeman had got safe over. If she only had, 
we three should have been in at the death, and have 
had the honour of ^ setting the field ’ at Harrington 
Brook.” 

Yes,” replied Rose, it would have been great 
fun. You must know I jumped it once before and 
was highly complimented on the performance, but 
it hadn’t half the water in it then, and indeed if I 
had dreamt it was so swollen as it is I don’t think 
I should have attempted to go over it to-day.” 

Oh ! yes, you would,” replied Beringer ; two 
such horsewomen as yourself and Miss Bridgeman 
are not likely to be troubled in that way, besides 


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THE PRli^E OF THE PADDOCK. 


a canal would not stop one when one is riding 
jealous.” 

“ You don’t mean to say, Mr. Beringer, that 
Miss Bridgeman and I were riding jealous ? ” 

Beringer burst into a low laugh as he replied, 
“ Well, Miss Eawlinson, if ever I did see jealous 
riding it was you two coming down to the brook. 
Why you were positively racing at it.” 

You should always go fast at water,” replied Eose 
demurely. 

Again Harry Beringer smiled as he replied, “ Well, 
as the Squire said, ^ all has ended well,’ but upon my 
word that was too big a water jump for ladies to 
ride at. I tell you fairly I quite thought it was 
odds I was in when I saw it myself, and I know I 
very nearly shared Miss Bridgeman ’s fate. I’m 
getting to like Warminster awfully; it’s a terrible 
bore having to go away for a bit.” 

Surely the regiment is not ordered away, is it ? ” 
said Eose. 

No,” replied Beringer, “ but I’ve an old uncle 
down in the W est Country who always insists on my 
coming to him for about three weeks at Christmas. 
He is a good old fellow, and as his favourite nephew 
it is much to my interest to keep in with him.” 

‘‘Then we shall lose you, I suppose?” said Miss 
Eawlinson. 

“ Yes, and sad to say, I shall lose a month’s 
hunting.” 

“But why should you do that?” said Eose. “ I 
suppose there are hounds down there as well as in 
West Clayfordshire ?” 

“Well, yes, they have a pack, but it really can’t 
be called hunting. They don’t kill a brace of foxes 


WARMINSTER MARKET. 43 

in the season I hear, and it’s an abominable country 
to ride over. But hark ! there’s a challenge. It’s 
a fox for a sovereign. Come, Miss Eawlinson,” he 
continued, we’re in for another gallop, listen to 
them,” and as he spoke, hound after hound gave 
tongue in response to the first keynote. 

They had a fair slow hunting run that afternoon, 
but who cares about the after-piece when the play 
of the occasion has been got through with. Still, 
certain it is that Harry Beringer lingered more 
beside Rose Rawlin son’s side than was customary in 
one of the elect of the hard riding brigade. True, 
the lady herself might be deemed of that fraternity, 
and the hunting no doubt was slow, and this per- 
haps gave more reason for the circumstance being 
noted by the seniors of West Clayfordshire than 
when they were more actually engaged, and one or 
two of them exchanged a wink and observed that 
young Beringer seemed rather gone on Rose 
Rawlin son. 

‘‘Plays the devil with their riding till they’ve 
either got over it or got married,” observed a cynical 
old bachelor, “ but Lord how they do go then.” 

“ Well, Mr. Beringer,” said Rose, as they rode 
§lowly home together after having lost their fox. 
“We are always apt to think that our last day’s 
fun is our best, whatever it may be, but I do think 
that this must go down as my red-lettered day of 
all days in the hunting-field.” 

“ Rather,” rejoined Beringer. “ You’ve been right 
in front. Miss Rawlinson, during the fastest thing 
I ever saw, and practically ‘ set the field ’ at the 
finish. There were really only you and I left in it, 
and your mare had more left in her than mine. You 


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THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK 


would have beaten me up to the hounds, if we 
hadn’t pulled up on account of Miss Bridgeman.” 

I don’t know about that,” rejoined Eose, ‘‘but I 
turn off here. Grood-bye, and a pleasant journey to 
you, Mr. Beringer. Come back to us soon.” 

He pressed the little hand extended to him, then 
raised his hat in adieu, and as he jogged slowly 
home to Warminster, he thought to himself, “ By 
Jove, what a handsome girl she is, and so is the 
other. To see those two come down stride for stride 
at that brook with what some one has called ‘ the 
light of battle’ on their faces, was a sight to 
see and one I may live to a hundred and never see 
again. Not ride jealous. Either of them would have 
broken their necks sooner than pulled bridle. It’s 
a sad pity ; they are the two nicest girls I ever met, 
and d — mne I don’t know which I like best. How- 
ever, I can’t marry them both, nor for the matter of 
that even one if she’d huve me. No, till the old 
uncle in the ‘ West Countree ’ demises in my favour, 
I must remain perforce a bachelor.” 

The next was market-day in Warminster. The 
farmers from all round the country flocked into the 
city, whether they had anything to sell or not; 
their wives or daughters had always something to 
get for the house, then it behoved that they them- 
selves should know how prices were ruling, and 
above all, was not all the gossip of West Clayford- 
shire to be picked up at Warminster market. It 
was the magistrates’ day besides, when the offenders 
of the week heard the penalty of their misdeeds pro- 
nounced against them, and the recalcitrant poacher, 
who thanks to recent legislation finds his illicit 
industry much interfered with, was confronted with 


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the landlords whom he had plundered. Nowadays 
the procuring of a hare bids fair to entail more 
hard work than profit. 

Ealph Bridgeman had been slow to recognise the 
badness of the times. True he knew very well that 
he had lost money by his own farm for the last 
three years, but then he never recollected making 
much out of it, and as he had no rent to pay, and 
did not keep very accurate accounts, he hardly 
realised how much he was out on the twelve months. 
He knew that it must be going hard with his 
tenants. His neighbours, Muddleton for instance, 
wondered how- it was all to end, and said farmers 
had never had to face such a run of bad luck since 
they could remember, and the Squire was, it need 
hardly be said, farmer enough to see that things 
agricultural were in a critical condition. Still he 
had not troubled his mind much about it till he 
got a petition from his tenantry for a remission ot 
twenty per cent, on their rents. A suggestion to 
reduce a man’s income by a fifth, is sure to arouse 
the attention of the most careless landlord, and 
Ealph Bridgeman was very far from that. He told 
Eawlinson, who was spokesman of the deputation, 
that he would take it into considerati >n, and if 
he deemed twenty per cent, reasonable, they 
should have it, but that in any case a remission of 
some kind would be granted them.” 

‘‘Well, Eawlinson,” said the Squire, as he made 
his way through the market-place, “ how’s corn 
going, in there ? ” and he jerked his head in the 
direction of the Corn Exchange. 

“ Why, sir, the best wheat’s only fetching about 
thirty-four to thirty-five a quarter. It’a ruination, 


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Squire. It costs me about that to grow. I don’t 
want to grumble, but we’ll be all clean broke, if 
things don’t mend.” 

It’s very bad,” rejoined Ealph Bridgeman, and 
sad to say, I hear from Mr. Muddleton, that two 
old tenants of his are going to throw up their 
farms because they are broke. He says, though, 
they never put by for a rainy day.” 

Yes,” replied Eawlinson, “it’s easy to say that, 
and no doubt many of us could have put the 
screw on a little closer if we had guessed 
what was coming. As for that Mott he was a 
bad farmer, and spent all his time horse-coping, 
but John Cornflower was a careful man, and I 
know he’d a snug sum put by, but the fact is. 
Squire, like the rest of us, he’s about come to the 
end of it.” 

“ I am sorry for Aim,” said Ealph Bridgeman ; 
“ as for Mott, as you say, he wasn’t much account, a 
drunken blackguard. I always wondered Muddleton 
stood him so long. Well, Eawlinson, I have talked 
your request over with my brother landlords, and 
we think something must be done on our parts. 
Anyway, I think you’ll all be satisfied on audit 
day.” 

“ Thank you, sir,” replied the farmer. The 
Squire, with a nod, was about to- turn away when 
an idea suddenly occurred to him. “ Oh, Eawlinson,” 
he exclaimed, “ how splendidly your daughter went 
yesterday. To have Harrington Brook, such a brimmer 
as it is now, would be a feather in any man^s cap 
in the hunt; but I want you to do one thing, just 
you pitch into Eose about her riding. I told Miss 
Bridgeman that I would sell all her hunters if she 


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47 


didn’t ride more prudently. Those two girls can 
ride, and no mistake, but they have taken to ride 
jealous of each other, and the end of it will be a 
bad accident to one or the other.” 

Ah ! well, Squire, there will be pretty soon an 
end to Eose’s hunting ! I can’t afford to keep ^ Bay 
Bella’ much longer.” 

Pooh ! nonsense, man ! You will never dream 
of selling your daughter’s mare, such a clipper as 
she is too ? ” 

Needs must when the devil drives. I don’t 
want to talk about it to you, Squire ! You are 
doing all you can for us in remission of rent, but I 
am driven for ready money. I have never grudged 
my girl anything, but the mare will have to go ! 
She ought to fetch a hundred or a hundred and 
twenty.” 

I’d take her off your hands, Eawlinson, at the 
latter figure, in a minute, but I can’t believe it’s as 
bad as that ; however, don’t forget to give me the 
first offer if you do part with her.” 

You may put it down now. Squire,” replied John 
Eawlinson gloomily. It’s the only way I see of 
coming by a hundred without paying through the 
nose for it ! I have been trying to do business all 
the morning, but it’s ruination to sell corn at the 
present price.” 

Well, never mind, man,” said Ealph Bridgeman, 
“ hold on a bit and things may improve, but always 
remember that if you really do want to part with 
the mare, my cheque is ready,” and with that the 
two men parted* 


CHAPTER VL 

THE SALE OF BAY BELLA. 

Mr. Berikger had obtained a month’s leave ot 
absence, and never was a young gentleman more 
depressed at starting for his holiday than he was. 
In good sooth, he would very much rather have 
remained at Warminster, which he voted one of the 
pleasantest quarters that he had been in for a long 
time ; a very pleasant neighbourhood, with which 
he was now well acquainted. Capital hunting, and 
very good barracks, what more could a soldier want ? 
All this he had to exchange for a dull house in the 
neighbourhood of Plymouth, and the society of an 
irritable old gentleman and his somewhat ante- 
diluvian cronies. Still, we all sacrifice to Mammon, 
and people who have money to leave behind them 
usually exact a certain amount of attention as a 
condition of inheritance. Mr. Beringer, however, 
determined to make the best of it, and after paying 
a three weeks’ visit to his uncle, to reward himself 
with a week in London on his return journey to 
Warminster. He had said good-bye to Rose Raw- 
linson yesterday, but common courtesy, he thought, 
demanded that he should ride over to Grore Court, 
inquire after Miss Bridgeman’s sprained wrist, and 
make his adieux. That she was none the worse for 
her fall he had ascertained from the Squire, who had 
Junched at the barracks, as he constantly did on a 


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49 


market-day. So after luncheon, Mr. Beringer 
ordered his hack, and cantered over to Gore Court. 
The ladies were at home, and he was shown into the 
drawing-room, where he found Aunt Barbara and 
Beatrice, the latter with her right arm in a sling. 

I’m sorry to see that you are more hurt than we 
had hoped,” said Beringer. 

I sprained my wrist rather badly,” she replied 
smiling ; but it is worth spraining both wrists to 
ride such a gallop as that. Ah ! if that treacherous 
bank had not failed poor Sultan we should have 
been the only three in at the death. It was 
awfully good of you and Kose to stop and pick 
me up.” 

Why, what would you have had the man do ? ” 
snapped Aunt Barbara. ‘‘After leading you into 
mischief he couldn’t leave you in the brook to 
drown. Ah! Mr. Beringer, I’ve a pretty crow to 
pluck with you.” 

“ I assure you. Miss Kurzon — ” stammered Harry. 

“Nonsense, auntie,” interposed Beatrice, “you 
know I wasn’t in the water at all. It was only my 
horse.” 

“ Mr. Beringer,” continued Aunt Barbara, heed- 
less of the interruption, “ you act as pilot to these 
two young ladies, and when the young monkeys 
begin racing, you encourage them in it.” 

“ I protest. Miss Kurzon, I did my best to stop 
them. I called out to them it was too big.” 

“ But why didn’t you stop yourself, sir ? ” said 
Aunt Barbara sharply. “ You’ve a right to risk 
your own neck if you like. But I won’t ” 

“Stop myself,” interrupted Harry Beringer, 
“ what with hounds running like that I ” and the 

d 


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utter bewilderment of his face sent both Miss 
Kurzon and Beatrice into fits of laughter. 

Well,” said Aunt Barbara, as soon as she had 
recovered her gravity, I suppose that was too much 
to expect from any man your age. But, Mr. 
Beringer, when you undertake to play pilot, you 
should do it with more discretion. I’m not one of 
those old ladies who think girls shouldn’t bunt. 
But I do hold they’ve no business to ride at such 
places as Harrington Brook. There ! ” she con- 
cluded, with a little snort of defiance, and a 
glance at her niece, “ I told Beatrice I should 
blow you up, and I’ve done it; mind you don’t 
do so again.” 

You mustn’t mind Aunt Barbara, Mr. Beringer,” 
said the girl. It’s not such a great many years 
ago when, under the circumstances, you would 
have no more stopped her at Harrington Brook 
than you did me.” 

Bless the child,” said Miss Kurzon laughing 
heartily, and gratified by the compliment, both to 
her years and her horsemanship, how dare you say 
such a thing ? ” 

“ It was so, all the same,” replied Beatrice. It’s 
not long ago since Mr. Muddleton rather took the 
conceit out of me, and I thought I’d gone rather 
well that day too.” 

‘‘How was that?” enquired Miss Kurzon. 

“Well, he told me I should never ride as well as 
my aunt, if I lived to be a hundred.” 

“ What an old brute,” muttered Harry. 

“Don’t listen to her, Mr. Beringer. Although 
nobody loved a good gallop better than I did when 
I was a girl.’* 


THE SALE OF BAY BELLA. %l 

" Did you do much after I left you ? enquired 
Beatrice. 

“ No, we found, and had a slow pottering run, bui 
after the bon houche of the morning, it all seemed, 
flat, stale and unprofitable.” 

And now the conversation turned upon divers 
gaieties that were expected to take place in the 
neighbourhood, some of which near at hand Miss 
Bridgeman expressed much regret, that her sprained 
wrist would iprevent her from attending, while Mr. 
Beringer also deplored that his involuntary absence 
from Warminster would put him in the same 
category. 

Let’s make a compact. Miss Bridgeman,” ex- 
claimed Harry. If you will promise to be quite 
well by the Byster ball, I will pledge myself to get 
back from Devonshire for it.” 

It’s a bargain,” said Beatrice, and there’s my 
left hand on it.” 

Well,” said Miss Kurzon, as the two young 
people shook hands over their compact, it will 
be a hard case, Trixie, if you are not well by that. 
But you’re rather a bad subject, my dear, for a sprain 
for which, remember, the only cure is perfect rest.” 

Well, I must be going,” said Beringer, “ and 
I’ll ring for my horse, if you’ll allow me. Miss 
Kurzon is quite right about a sprain, and one thing 
more. Miss Bridgeman, don’t begin to use your wrist 
too soon.” 

No fear,” rejoined Beatrice laughing, ‘^you will 
find me all ready for another lead when you return. 
Do you know I’m rather glad to know that you’ll 
get no hunting in Devonshire, because I also am 
out of it for the present,” and Miss Bridgeman 


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touched her wrist significantly, nice selfish remark 
to say good-bye with, is it not ? ” 

‘‘Well, it is rather,” rejoined Beringer, “ but I 
forgive it. Good-bye, Miss Kurzon, good-bye and 
mind you keep the first valse for me, at Byster, Miss 
Bridgeman,” and with this Harry Beringer took his 
departure. 

When the Squire came home that night, he said 
to his daughter : 

“ I’m afraid I’ve done a foolish thing, Trixie, but 
I never could pass a good horse. I as good as bought 
another for you this afternoon, and with that 
damaged wrist I am sure you don’t want it.” 

“ Oh, the wrist will soon be round again, never 
fear, papa. But I should just for once like to have 
three good horses for the season. Where did you 
get it ? Who did you buy it from ? ” 

“ From John Kawlinson;; it’s that bay mare his 
daughter rides.” 

“ Oh, papa, how could you, and how could he. 
It’ll break Eose’s heart. There’s no possession she 
has she values like Bay Bella.” 

“ Well, Trixie, it’s just this way, times are so bad, 
Kawlinson says he must have some money to go on 
with. I’m giving the tenants twenty per cent, back 
on the rents this month, and I can’t lend them 
money besides — not, remember, that Kawlinson even 
suggested it. It’s a case of if not me, another. 
He’s going to sell the mare, says he must. I may 
as well give him his price as anyone else.” 

“Yes, papa, but oh! I am so sorry for Eose. 
Stay, I suppose I can lend her Bay Bella if I 
like.” 

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your own horses, bar sell them. Stop,” continued 
the Squire laughing, “ there’s one thing more I lay 
an embargo on, after yesterday, you’re not to lend 
that mare to Eose Eawlinson for the simple gratifi- 
cation of racing against her.” 

As John Eawlinson rode home from Warminster 
market that evening he was very troubled in his 
own mind. He had as good as sold Lay Bella to 
the Squire and he knew that this would be a very 
sore subject with his daughter. He was very fond 
of Eose, and very proud of her ; proud of her beauty, 
proud of her horsemanship, and proud that she 
had been brought up a lady. He had always given 
her everything she wanted and he knew that this 
selling her favourite mare would be grief and morti- 
fication to her. But what was he to do ? He was 
sore pressed for ready money, and for the life of him 
could see no other manner of obtaining it. He got 
off* his horse, with a heavy heart, on arriving at 
The Lees, as his farm was called, and strode into 
the parlour where the table was already laid for 
supper. 

Well, John, what did you do at the market ? ” 
enquired his wife. 

Something I’m main sorry for,” he replied, 

and yet for the life of me I don’t see how I could 
help it. Corn, wool, all farm produce is down to 
nothing. It’s madness to sell at present prices ; 
hold on I must, and, at the same time, I must have 
ready money to go on with. The only thing I can 
part with, that’ll fetch its full value, at the present 
moment, is that mare of Eose’s.” 

‘‘ Well,” rejoined his wife, it’ll be a sore dis- 
appointment for the girl ; but she’ll have to make 


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up her mind to it. WeVe all got our crosses to 
bear in this world, and Rose must bear hers like 
any other young woman. She’s had a deal of fun 
out of it, and now times are so bad she can’t expect 
you to keep a riding horse for her. 

Mrs. Rawlinson had always been of opinion that 
Rose was what she termed a deal too much petted 
and pampered.” The way that the girl hiid been 
brought up had been chiefly her father’s doing ; as 
Mrs. Rawlinson would sometimes, and perliaps 
rightly, assert, if she had had her way about her 
daughter’s bringing up, she might not have been 
able to play the p-ianner, but she would have been 
a good dairy woman, or she — Mrs. Rawlinson — 
would have known the reason why,” but her husband 
was a man who was most emphatically master of 
his own house ; and, though she ruled her de- 
pendants most despotically, Mrs. Rawlinson knew 
better than to cross him. 

Where is Rose ?” he enquired after a little. “ I 
must go and tell her this myself.” 

Jn the sitting-room, I believe ; leastways 1 beard 
her p-ianner going just now.” 

John Rawlinson made no reply, but as his wife 
bustled off to the kitchen, he crossed the hall and 
entered the sitting-room, where he found his 
daughter sitting by the fireside, immersed in a 
book. She laid it down as he entered, and rose to 
greet him. 

‘‘ You’re late back, father,” she said ; “ and 
judging by your face, have had an unsatisfactory 
day.” 

The days seem all unsatisfactory now, and 
what’s to become of us farmers I don’t know. 


THE SA-h^. O? ^AY BELLA. 


5ft 


Farm produce of all sorts seems simply unsaleable. 
Even stock is falling. Folks say they’ve no winter 
keep for their bullocks.” 

‘‘ It’s bad, father,” said Eose, and I wish I could 
be some help to you in your troubles, but I can’t.” 

“ But it so happens you can, Eose,” rejoined John 
Eawlinson. I’m driven very hard for ready money. 
When a farmer is that, we all know he’s bound to 
sell something ; and the first question he asks him- 
self is, what he can spare best, and what will fetch 
its full value ? ” 

That’s clear enough, father,” replied Eose, but 
I don’t see how I can be any help to you.” 

I think,” continued John Eawlinson, I’ve 
always been a kind and indulgent father to you ? ” 

The best and kindest,” murmured Eose, with a 
consciousness that something unpleasant was im- 
pending. 

And, therefore,” he went on, you can’t sup- 
pose that if I could help it I’d do what I’ve as good 
as done.” 

‘‘ What’s that ? ” she ejaculated. 

I shall have to sell Bay Bella.” 

Oh, father,” she cried, and the tears welled up 
into her eyes at the bare thought of parting with 
her favourite. 

There, the murder’s out, child,” said John 
Eawlinson, *^and, believe me, if I saw any other 
way out of the comer I’m in I would take it ; but I 
don’t. I can only say, Eosie, don’t cry over it more 
than you can help.” 

I won’t ; I’ll try and be brave, father ; but is — 
is she going into good hands ? Who has bought 
her ? ” asked Eose, with a hysterical little sob. 


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*‘The Squire,” replied John Eawlinson, as he 
turned on his heel and passed out of the room. 

Left to herself, Eose indulged in all the relief of 
a good cry over the impending loss of her favourite. 
Then her heart rose in fierce rebellion against the 
injustice of our different lots in this life. She was 
as pretty, as clever, and as well educated as Miss 
Bridgeman, and yet how different were their posi- 
tions. She rode as well as Beatrice, and now she 
supposed, through Miss Bridgeman’s jealousy, she 
was to be deprived of her favourite pastime. It 
was a case of Naboth’s Vineyard. The Squire’s 
daughter had already a couple of horses of her own, 
to say nothing of being able to always borrow one 
from her father if she wanted it ; and yet nothing 
would satisfy her, but that she must have Bay 
Bella besides. She never thought Beatrice would 
have been so mean, was it likely that the 
Squire would have thought of buying Bay Bella 
if his daughter had not urged him to do so. 
Mr. Bridgeman was a veritable Ahab; he had 
taken advantage of his tenant’s necessities to pur- 
chase from him the mare Beatrice coveted. And 
then Eose’s thoughts really became so very un- 
complimentary to Miss Bridgeman that she ought 
to have been ashamed of herself. She mentally 
accused Beatrice of being a flirt and a coquette, of 
endeavouring to lure all- the young men to her 
side, of displaying uncontrollable jealousy if any 
man showed the slighest admiration for any other 
girl in her presence, and then, feeling she was at 
war with the world in general, and with Beatrice 
Bridgeman in particular, Eose dried her eyes and 
went into supper with what appetite she might. 


AN UNEXPECTED STRANGER. 57 

Absurd to cry and lose your temper about such a 
thing, but I think there are many who would call 
the loss of a horse on which they had well-nigh set 
the field in the middle of the hunting season, ample 
matter for lamentation. 


CHAPTER VIL 

AN UNEXPECTED STRANGER. 

Three days were gone, and to use poor Rose’s ex- 
pression, “ the sacrifice was consummated,” or as her 
mother more tersely put it ‘‘ the mare was sold,” 
and Ralph Bridgeman’s cheque was in her father’s 
pocket. She had strolled gloomily across to the 
stable, to take leave of the favourite she should 
never ride again, and as she remembered that the 
West Clayfordshire met within easy distance next 
morning, thought bitterly over the irony of fate 
that gave to the daughter of Gore Court hunters 
that for the present she could not ride, and con- 
demned herself to forego the sport she loved so 
well. 

‘‘ Yes, my Bella,” she muttered, as she stood in 
the mare’s box, presenting her with the apple 
which Bella so dearly loved, we’ve had our last 
gallop together, and it’s something to be proud of, 
my pet, that our sun set in splendour. We did 
jump Harrington Brook before we parted, my dear, 
and we would have shown them the way to-morrow, 

wouldn’t we, if it hadn’t beeu ” and here Rose’s 

feelings became quite too much for her, and she 


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could only cry quietly, and fondle Bella’s greedy 
nose, which was thrust persistently into her hand in 
search of more apple. 

Here’s a note for you, Eose, just come from the 
Court,” screamed her mother across the stable yard, 
and the man wants to know whether there’s an 
answer.” 

Thus adjured, Miss Eawlinson speedily dried her 
tears, and tripped across the cobbles to see what her 
note might mean. It was addressed in a queer, 
straggling, irregular hand that puzzled her, and it 
was not until she had torn it open, and cast a hasty 
glance at the signature, that she was aware it was 
from Beatrice, and the slight mystery of the writing 
was explained by the fact of her sprained wrist 
obliging her to do the best she could with her left 
hand. 

Dear Eose,” it ran, 

I have only just learnt for certain that your 
father is compelled to part with Bay Bella, and that 
my father is her purchaser. He has nobly presented 
her to me, and my first act of possession is to request 
that you will keep her and ride her for me till the 
end of the hunting season at all events. I sincerely 
trust that things may mend all round, and that a 
future arrangement will provide for Bay Bella’s not 
leaving the stable of Lees Farm. Nobody, Eose, can 
ride her like you, though I’m not sure Sultan and 
myself can’t hold our own with you. You will 
oblige me I know about this. I am a cripple at 
present, and I shall have no time to get into Bella’s 
ways this year, and I trust no opportunity next. 

May we ride such another run as last Friday’s, 


AN UNEXPECTED STRANCER. 


69 


side by side again, and have Harrington Brook to 
wind up with. 

Eeinember my wrist and excuse this scrawl. 

‘‘ Yours affectionately, 

“Beatrice Bridg eman.** 

“ What a HI tie beast I have been,’’ muttered Eose 
to herself. “ I’ve accused her of coveting my mare, 
of inciting her father to buy it for her, and the 
moment she finds it her property she writes me this 
note. I’m a black-hearted little wretch, and the 
wwld is nothing like so bad as it is painted.’' 

And then Miss Eose sat down and wrote a letter 
of grateful gush to her old girlish playfellow, and 
asked leave to call and see her next day, a thing 
that Miss Bridgeman, considering the circumstances 
under which her accident had occurred, and Eose’s 
knowledge of it, was a little surprised she had not 
already thought fit to do. But it was impossible for 
Miss Bridgeman to guess all the jealousy circum- 
stances had aroused in Eose Eawlinson’s breast, and 
moreover there was a latent jealousy as yet unac- 
knowledged by either with regard to Harry Beringer. 
Before going up to Gore Court, Eose had a long talk 
with her father, and ascertained that far from the 
Squire having greedily sought to buy Bay Bella, it 
was her father who had offered the mare to him, 
that Ealph Bridgeman, far from snapping at the 
offer, had said that he hoped things were not so bad 
as that, but that if it came to the worst, and Bay 
Bella really was to be sold, he should like to have 
the first offer of her. In short, Eose became 
conscious that she had done Beatrice Bridgeman 
gross injustice, and went over to the Court in a 


60 THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

penitent and remorseful frame of mind. As for 
Beatrice she had no idea of the storm of jealousy 
that had swept across the mind of her humble 
friend. She was full of pity for her, on account of 
the blow she had received on hearing that her 
favourite mare was no longer hers, and no sooner did 
they meet than she strove to reassure Eose upon 
this point. 

Of course, my dear, it musn’t be, and cannot be. 
Bay Bella will remain with you all the winter, and 
will be as she always has been, right in the van of 
the West Clayfordshire. I really couldn’t ride her, 
if I had her, which I hope I never shall. Papa will 
never hold Mr. Kawlinson to his bargain, times will 
mend, and we must look upon it that your pet is 
merely a security for some 'money my father has 
advanced yours till they do.” 

It’s very good of you to say so,” said Rose, but 
from what my father and brothers say, I’m afraid 
there’s a poor chance of that. There’s likely to 
be very little hunting for the farmers in the future.” 

“ Oh, nonsense,” laughed Beatrice, farmers we 
know are privileged grumblers. In the meantime, 
remember, it will be a fortnight most likely before 
I’m out again, and I look to you to let me know 
all that goes on in the hunting-field. 

Eose shook her head in reply. In good truth 
she gauged the agricultural outlook much more 
accurately than did the Squire’s daughter ; and 
then she bade Miss Bridgeman an affectionate fare- 
well. 

January slips rapidly away, and Beatrice has once 
more taken her place in the hunting-field. The 
two girls have enjoyed more than one good run 


AN UNEXPECTED STEANGER. 


61 


together, but never such a gallop as they had had 
that day from the Shaws. Of Harry Beringer there 
is no news. He had departed for the West Country 
as arranged, and even his regiment seemed to 
have heard nothing of him since. Military men, as 
a rule, are not much given to letter- writing, and 
when on short leave of absence seldom trouble their 
comrades with an account of their sayings and 
doings. The Byster Ball was getting near at hand, 
and though they said nothing to each other on the 
subject, iDoth girls were much exercised in their 
minds concerning it. 

Beatrice was wondering whether Mr. Beringer 
would keep his tryst, while Eose was turning over 
in her mind the possibility of being present at it. 
The Byster, like all other country balls, was open 
to any one who chose to pay for a ticket. Most of 
the county people in the neighbourhood patronised 
it, but it was further attended by a sprinkling of 
the leading professional men in the town with tlaeir 
families, and also by some of the large farmers in 
the vicinity. 

Eose generally contrived to compass two or three 
such balls in the course of the winter. She made 
the acquaintance of a sprinkling of the young men, 
both of her own class, and of those above it, in the 
hunting-field, and such a pretty, attractive girl was 
not likely to want partners when she reached the 
ball-room, but the getting somebody to take her 
there was always a matter fraught with some little 
difficulty. 

Mrs. Eawlinson rather set her face against what 
she termed gadding about amongst her betters. 
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THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


well. That was an annual entertainment of their 
landlord’s, and nobody enjoyed it more than she. 
There was always some theatrical representation to 
start with, which amused her, and there were lots 
of her neighbours afterwards with whom to gossip. 
But Byster was ten miles off, and Mrs. Rawlinson 
was quite aware that she would have very few 
acquaintances there, and curtly summed up the 
situation with the observation that “ those balls were 
not for the likes of them.” Rose, on her side, was 
by no means anxious to have her mother for a 
chaperone. Not only was Mrs. Rawlinson a some- 
what arbitrary and fidgetty old lady, but her taste 
in dress was more garish than was quite in accord- 
ance with good taste. As the good woman said, 

she liked a bit of colour,” and she might have 
added, and a good hit too, as some of her best gowns 
testified. Rose was cruelly sensitive on these points. 
She was fond of her mother, but terribly alive to the 
faults of her speech, dress and manner. However, 
it was just possible that the Squire might ask her to 
join his party. He did, occasionally, and if not, 
she must contrive to get hold of some other 
chaperone. 

One morning Bristow, the stud-groom, came up to 
the house and announced that he wished to see the 
Squire. He was duly ushered into Mr. Bridgeman’s 
study, and his master at once said, Well, Bristow, 
what is it ? You look as if you were bursting with 
intelligence of some kind.” 

Well, sir,” replied the stud-groom, ‘‘you know 
Grolden Dream, ‘your bargain,’ as Miss Beatrice 
jokingly calls her ? Well, she’s as good blood as 
any in England. Cornflower picked her up for a 


AN UNEXPECTED STEANGEK. 


63 


song, because they didn’t believe she would breed. 
Well, sir, I’m jiggered if she isn’t in foal!” 

“ You don’t say so, Bristow. By Jove ! who will 
say she isn’t a bargain now ? If that foal is only 
born alive, it will be worth all I gave for its mother, 
but I tell you what, we shall have a little trouble to 
find out the sire. You had better see Cornflower, 
and ask him of whom he bought the mare. He 
can’t know anything himself, because he believed 
her to be barren, as did the people from whom he 
bought her, but the latter can, no doubt, tell you 
what the sire must be.” 

« Very good, sir,” said Bristow. I’ll ride over 
to Cornflower’s at once, for I’m sorry to hear he is 
throwing up his farm and leaving the country at 
Lady Day.” 

‘‘Quite right,” said the Squire. “If we lose 
sight of him we shall probably have considerable 
difficulty in getting at what we want.” 

Very jubilant was the Squire at this unexpected 
result of his bargain. He knew that, bred as she was. 
Golden Dream would never have been let go, if she 
had not been deemed useless for breeding purposes. 
Now she turned out to be in foal, and if the mare 
gave birth to one, there was no reason why she 
should not be the mother of a long line of children. 
True, no one could say how these might turn out — 
what this coming little stranger might be no one 
could say. The late owners of Golden Dream 
might have bred injudiciously from her. But the 
Squire, in his sanguine temperament, thought that 
even should this first foal turn out a failure, yet 
things might be different when the mare was more 
cleverly mated. Little did Kalph Bridgeman 


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THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


think how Golden Dream would realise her 
name. 

Suddenly a strange whisper ran through the 
streets of Warminster, which, as a matter of course, 
was some time before it reached the ears of those 
most concerned. It had probably been in circula- 
tion some hours, when one of the sergeants of the 
regiment came to Major Seaton’s quarters and said, 

There is a rumour all through the town, and all 
over the barracks, too, that I think you and the 
other officers ought, at all events, to know about.” 

‘‘ Well, Armstrong,” said the major interrogatively, 
as the sergeant paused : 

‘‘ They say, sir, Mr. Beringer is in the custody of 
the London police.” 

What for ? ” ejaculated the major shortly. 

‘^Nobody seems to know, sir — nobody seems to be 
able to say anything more about it than that he 
was seen by one of the townspeople in the custody 
of two policemen at Waterloo Station.” 

‘‘Seen, man, who saw him?” said Major Seaton 
sharply. 

“ I don’t know, sir,” replied the sergeant. 

“ Nonsense, Armstrong. We can’t have a story 
of that sort flying about without knowing who cir- 
culated it. Endeavour at once to come to the 
townsman who has started such a lie about an officer 
of the regiment, and, by the Lord, if we can’t 
trounce him for libel, I hope the men will give him 
a turn through a horse-pond.” 

“ The men won’t want any prompting in that way, 
sir,” replied the sergeant with a grim smile, “ but 
as to who brought the tale to Warminster, I can’t 


AN UNEXPECTED STRANCER. 


65 


“ You will do your best to find out, and so shall 
I,” replied Major Seaton; ‘^and we ought to get at 
the teller of the tale before nightfall. That’ll do. 
Look in again after the dressing bugle has gone.” 

The major was very soon flitting about War- 
minster, and at once found Sergeant Armstrong’s in- 
formation to be perfectly correct. The town was full 
of the story, and by dint of unwearied pertinacity 
he succeeded at last in tracing the report to its 
fountain-head. It seemed that the foreman of the 
leading saddler in the town, who had been on a 
short visit to some friends, had seen Mr. Beringer 
in the custody of two policemen at Waterloo 
Station. This was quite enough for Major Seaton. 
He was off to Merriman’s, the tradesman in ques- 
tion, at once, and peremptorily demanded to see his 
foreman. 

Ah ! major,” said Mr. Merriman, of course 
you want to see Josh about this story he has brought 
down. It’s a queer start it is ; but he is a thought- 
ful young man is Josh, and mind you, he don’t 
pretend to know anything about it, except what 
he saw. Send him here? Quite so, major. No 
doubt you’d like to talk to him yourself.” 

Joshua Hogg, on being confronted with Major 
Seaton, told his little story, briefly, firmly, and 
plainly. He was at Waterloo Station on the Thurs- 
day night, looking for his train to Warminster. By 
mistake, he got on to the wrong platform ; he there 
saw Mr. Beringer, who had just arrived by some 
other train, taken into custody, on stepping out of 
the carriage, by two policemen, who had apparently 
been awaiting his arrival. The occurrence had 
attracted a slight crowd, which drew his attention ; , 

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66 


THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


he had no time to see more, as he had to catch his 
own train, and did not know in the least why Mr. 
Beringer was taken into custody, but was perfectly 
sure it was him ; had seen him in that shop scores 
of times. Neither knew nor wished to say anything 
more about him. 

Major Seaton walked back to barracks more 
mystified than he had ever been in his life. Young 
men would be young men, and that subalterns on 
leave, partly from their own folly, and partly from 
the combination of circumstances, would get into 
nocturnal scrapes in London, he was aw^are, but that 
Harry Beringer should be arrested in cold blood on 
getting out of a railway train passed the majors 
comprehension. 


CHAPTER VTTI. 

A RAILWAY ALWENTURE. 

Although the Major kept his own counsel, it was 
not to be supposed that such a piece of scandal as 
this would not reach the ears of the other officers of 
the corps. At the mess-table it was the one topic 
of conversation, and what on earth could have 
brought Harry Beringer within the clutch of the 
law, was subject of the wildest conjecture. That he 
might have got into a row at night in town w^as easy 
to be understanded, but that two policeman should 
arrest him on getting out of a train in the after- 
noon was a most singular and cold-blooded proceed- 
ing. Major Seaton, on his appearance, was at otice 


A RAILWAY ADVENTURE. 67 

appealed to as to whether he had any information on 
the subject, for, despite the disparity in their ages 
there was a warm friendship between the Major and 
the young Lieutenant. No, the Major could tell 
them no more than they already knew. He had 
traced the thing to its fountain head, had seen 
Joshua Hogg, Merriman’s foreman, who had brought 
the intelligence and witnessed the occurence, but 
the man could tell no more than that he knew Mr. 
Beringer perfectly, and could swear to having seen 
him arrested as he described, and Her Majesty’s 
— th were doomed to go to bed, wondering what on 
earth had happened to their unfortunate comrade. 

But the next morning brought a letter for Major 
Seaton, which utterly astounded him. He read the 
few lines through, twice, and even then could 
hardly believe that he had read them aright. 

Dear Major,” it ran, 

If you can, I hope you will run up to town 
and testify to my position and character, I am the 
victim of a most awkward combination of circum- 
stances, and am at present in the hands of the 
police on a charge of attempted murder. I need 
scarcely say that I am perfectly guiltless, and I 
fancy the police are equally of that opinion, at the 
same time I can’t say that I am surprised that I am 
detained. It’s as queer an adventure as ever befel 
a man, and, after the Lefroy case, I can hardly 
expect to be allowed to depart until they have, at 
all events, thoroughly satisfied themselves as to who 
and what I am. 

Yours most sincerely, 

Harry Beringer.” 

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68 THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

The Major was a man of prompt decision, telling 
his servant to pack his portmanteau, he went across 
to the Colonel’s quarters, showed him the letter, 
obtained his permission to run up to town, and was 
off by the very next train. 

He found Beringer still detained at the Police 
Station, although treated with every courtesy and 
consideration, and then heard from his own lips his 
extraordinary story. 

“It so happened,” he said, “ that I had been at 
a dance the night before I had left Plymouth, and 
feeling somewhat tired and sleepy, 1 asked the 
guard if he could put me into a compartment 
where I could have a smoke and not be disturbed ; he 
replied, there wasn’t one quite empty, but he put me 
into one in which there was only one other passenger, 
who, wrapped up in a big coat and heavy rug, was 
apparently already fast asleep. I lit my pipe, and 
after smoking for a short time followed his example. 
I slept very soundly for soDie time, when I was half 
awakened by the cold ; it was deuced cold. I pulled 
up the collar of my coat, wrapped the rug more 
closely round my legs, and, without opening my 
eyes, made a determined effort to continue my 
slumbers, but it was no use, so giving it up I shook 
myself and sat up, and then by Jove ! I was wide- 
awake in a moment. The far door from me of the 
carriage was open, and my fellow passenger was 
gone ! A rough overcoat, a rug, a hat, and an 
umbrella were lying on the seat, but my companion 
was gone ! The open door accounted for my feeling 
it so cold, but when, or why, my fellow passenger 
had quitted the train I had no conception. Well, it 
was the express train, the Flying Dutchman I think 


A RAILWAY ADVENtURti. 69 

they call it, and the consequence was I had no 
opportunity of communicating with anybody till we 
got to Salisbury. There, I called the guard, and 
told him what had occurred. It did not strike me 
at first, but I soon perceived that I was an object of 
considerable suspicion. Attired in a rough frieze 
ulster, and a slouch hat, IVe no doubt my appearance 
was not prepossessing. Of course, when I told my 
story, I told my name and regiment, but I saw a 
somewhat incredulous look in the officials’ faces, and 
an unmistakable disposition to prevent my leaving 
the carriage. Well, I got in again, and on we went, 
and the train once more started. And now I grasped 
in what a very awkward situation I was placed, and 
began to think over what I had best do. 

‘‘ When we reached Waterloo, I found two 
policemen awaiting me on the platform, who very 
civilly told me 1 must consider myself in custody, 
until my fellow traveller had been discovered.” 

In short,” said Major Seaton, they believe 
you to have assaulted this man and thrown him out 
of the carriage.” 

Just so,” rejoined Beringer. 

And have they ascertained yet what became of 
the fellow ?” asked the Major. 

Oh, yes,” said Harry. A telegram came early 
this morning to say that he had been picked up on 
the line, a little further down than where I missed 
him, and, though a good bit cut and shaken, has 
apparently suffered no serious injury.” 

And what account does he give of the affair?” 
asked the Major. 

‘‘ They haven’t heard yet, he is very likely too 
shaken at present to say how he came to fall out of 


70 THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

the carriage, for it is hard to suppose that he volun- 
tarily jumped out.” 

Here they were interrupted by the inspector, who 
said that now they were perfectly satisfied with 
Mr. Beringer’s identity he had orders to detain him 
no longer, and would simply request him to leave 
his address. He and Major Seaton, therefore, jumped 
into a cab and proceeded to an hotel, and then 
Beringer suddenly exclaimed : 

“ I shall get to the Byster ball after all, Major.” 

I had forgotten all about it,” said Major Seaton ; 
“ of course, it’s to night, but if you mean the Byster 
ball our best plan is to pass through Warminster 
and go straight to Byster.” 

*^And that is what we’ll do Major,” exclaimed 
Beringer excitedly. In the meantime I am going 
to dress, for I’ve a sort of been-up-all-night feeling 
about me. Got the prison taint on I suppose,” he 
continued laughing. 

Yes,” said the Major meditatively, I suppose 
forty-eight hours in custody does give that feeling, 
however little we may have deserved it.” And then 
the Major strolled off to the coffee-room to confer 
with the waiters on the subject of dinner. 

When Beringer joined him some half-an-hour 
later, he said : I shall have *to ask you to be my 
banker for the present. Major ; it is a great sell, but 
I fancy I have cleared up my fellow passenger’s 
exit.” 

Indeed ! ” exclaimed the Major. 

‘‘Yes,” rejoined Beringer. “My uncle, two or 
three days before I left, presented me with a cheque 
for a hundred. As I was getting short of money I 
rode into Plymouth and cashed it; my purse eon- 


A KAILWAY ADVENTUKE. 


T1 


taining ten crisp ten-pound Bank of England notes, 
I placed at the top of my dressing bag ; to get at 
my pipe and tobacco, I opened that bag, and I 
suppose left it open, at all events, when I opened 
it just now there was the purse but with never a 
note in it. My impression is that my companion 
took advantage of my being asleep to peep into my 
bag, saw the purse at the top, and having possessed 
himself of its contents was only too anxious to 
depart with his plunder. Whether he thought the 
train was just slacking speed to pass a station or 
what I don’t know, but I fancy he thought he had 
a fair chance of jumping out, and what’s more, 
it seems he did it better than could have been 
supposed. 

And the police, of course, don’t know of your 
loss,” said the Major. 

Certainly not, didn’t know it myself till a few 
minutes ago.” 

H’um ! we shall have to drive back to the 
police station. It’s all clear as daylight. The 
bank at which you cashed the cheque are sure to 
know the numbers of the notes they gave you, 
and instead of your being brought up for murder, 
your quondam companion will be paraded for 
robbery.” 

I think so,” replied Beringer, ‘‘ but it is a deuce 
of a bore going back to the police station. Its 
running it fine, and I really do want to be at the 
Byster ball.” 

“Never fear. Sharp’s the word. Here, waiter! 
Hansom at once, and that dinner to be ready in 
three-quarters of an hour. Now, come along.” 

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give the police put a very different aspect on the 
affair. 

It’s all pretty clear now, sir,” said the inspector, 
that fellow saw the purse at the top of your bag, 
and also saw you were very sound asleep. When 
he saw the haul it contained he couldn’t resist the 
temptation, and was most likely deceived, as you 
suggest, by the train slackening its speed to run 
through a station. However, as you cashed the 
cheque at a bank, they would be sure to take 
the number of the notes they gave you, and the 
probability is this fellow has^ the notes about him 
still. He’s rather too shaken to attempt to leave 
the hospital for a day or two from what we hear, 
and we shall telegraph down that he is to be at 
once taken into custody and searched.” 

Eegular case of tit-for-tat,” observed Major 
Seaton, you are taken into custody for his murder, 
and he is taken into custody for robbing you.” 

Just so,” said the inspector, laughing. You 
will, of course, have to prosecute, sir, but we have 
your address, and will let you know when we want 
you.” 

All right,” said Harry. ‘‘ Come along. Major, 
there’s nothing more to detain us here.” 

Nothing, sir,” rejoined the inspector, and jump- 
ing into their cab the two men were speedily driven 
back to their hotel. 

^ « 

The fiddles were in full swing at Byster, and 
every one was agreeing that it promised to be 
a capital ball. The one topic of conversation 
that permeated the room was the extraordinary 
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his arrest was unknown, for Major Seaton and the 
Colonel had kept their own counsel, but that he had 
been arrested had even furnished matter for a para- 
graph in the local paper, headed : Extraordinary 
Arrest of an Officer.” Even his brother officers, 
several of whom were present, made no attempt to 
deny the fact, but admitted that the story was true, 
that they didn’t at present know what for, but they 
believed it to be all a mistake, and that Major 
•Seaton had gone up to town expressly to see 
Beringer through it,” as one young gentleman 
expressed it to Miss Bridgeman. Beatrice was 
excessively put out at Harry’s not keeping his tryst. 
True, she knew it was impossible for him to do so, 
and it was a comfort to see that his brother officers 
evidently thought but little of it. 

‘‘An awkward mistake. Miss Bridgeman,” said 
Captain Talbot, another of Harry’s brother officers. 
“ I can assure you, none of us feel the least uneasy 
about Beringer; and remember, he is so popular, 
that if we had an idea there was likely to be any- 
thing more than a good laugh against him we 
should by no means take the thing so gaily. 
Bore for him, though, missing such a good ball 
as this.” 

“I don’t know,” chimed in Muddleton, who had 
overheard the conversation ; “ a man must be 
arrested for something. Always awkward when a 
charge is brought against you. A man may be per- 
fectly innocent, but quite unable to disprove the 
charge brought against him ! ” 

“ Yes, it might be so,” said Beatrice, impatiently, 
“ but it’s not very likely.” 

“ Men have been hanged for murder, before now, 


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on circumstantial evidence,” said Muddleton, sen- 
tentiously. 

You have no business to hint at Mr. Beringer 
being charged with such a crime as that,” cried 
Beatrice, hotly. 

That’s going rather far, before one of his brother 
officers,” interposed Captain Talbot. * 

‘‘ Grood gracious ! ” said Mr. Muddleton, now 
dimly conscious that he was putting his foot into it. 
‘‘ I’m only talking in the abstract. Pray don’t 
suppose I’m suggesting anything personal.” 

Still, the ball was going all wrong for Miss 
Bridgeman ; and though Beatrice was not aware of 
it — for somebody else also. One of Beatrice’s 
favourite partners, a man deeming himself with 
much experience of the fair sex, said to one of his 
cronies, after a valse with the Squire’s daughter : — 

Were you out with the West Clayfordshire, to- 
day. Jack?” 

‘‘ Yes. Why so ? ” was the reply. 

“Well, if Miss Bridgeman was out, too, and you 
had a fair run, I presume she wasn’t in it.” 

“ She was out, and we had a fair run, and she 
went much as usual,” replied the other, tersely. 
“ Why do you ask ? ” 

“ All I can say,” rejoined the philosopher, “ is, 
from the way she snapped at me, I thought she 
had been clean out of it. Nothing but an affliction 
of that sort would justify the crispness of temper 
she is displaying to-night.” 

Kose Kawlinson was also bitterly disappointed 
with the ball she had schemed so hard to compass. 
The Squire, on this occasion, had made no sign ; it 
was probable that when he had done so, on previous 


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occasions, it had been at his daughter’^ prompting; 
and Beatrice had limits to her magnanimity. She 
could forgive having been worsted at Harrington 
Brook, she could scorn to take advantage of the 
hard necessity that had placed Bay Bella at her 
disposal, but she could not overcome a lurking 
jealousy which existed between herself and Rose, on 
the subject of Harry Beringer. 

Rose had succeeded in persuading the good- 
natured wife of a neighbouring clergyman to 
chaperone her, as well as her own daughter, and 
the good lady had found her account in doing so, as 
Miss Rawlinson dutifully transferred as many of her 
own partners as she could to the parson’s daughter ; 
and Rose had, certainly, no cause to complain of an 
unfilled card. 

Supper was over, and the ball at its height, when 
suddmiy, some slight excitement was visible near 
the door, and the majority of the men, not dancing, 
speedily clustered round it like bees. It was quite 
evident that much hand-shaking and congratulation 
was going on. It so happened. Rose was near the 
door, waiting for a partner who had not yet come 
up from supper. Suddenly the group parted ; and, 
through it, laughing and shaking and saying. 

Thanks — thanks, the Major will tell you the 
whole story,” came Harry Beringer. 

“Oh, I am so glad,” exclaimed Rose, as she 
extended her hand. “ There have been dreadful 
rumours about you; and they all said you would 
not be here ; but there’s nothing the matter, is 
there ? ” 

“ Nothing further than that I’ve had my purse 
stolen under peculiar circumstances. It’s a long 


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story — give me this valse, and I will tell it you.” 
And, in another second, Eose was whirling round 
the room on his arm. 

By this time, the news of Mr. Beringer’s arrival 
had spread up to the more aristocratic end of the 
room, where Miss Bridgeman was seated. She had 
declined that valse, under the plea of fatigue, and, 
was sitting out by her mother’s side, voting the 
ball a decided failure, when she heard what had 
happened. Her face lit up, and she looked eagerly 
for Beringer in all directions. How glad she was 
she had refused to dance this time ; surely he would 
come to her at once. Suddenly the group about 
her opened, and she caught sight of Beringer and 
Eose Eawlinson, as they whirled past. 

Beatrice’s face flushed with indignation ; so this 
was the way he kept his tryst. She who had longed 
for this ball only that she might meet him again — 
she who had been so distressed at hearing misad- 
venture had befallen him — she to be thrown on 
one side for Eose Eawlinson, the daughter of one 
of her father’s tenants. The girl bit her lips with 
anger, to think she could have been made such a 
fool of. She had been fretting her heart out at 
his absence; and now that he had at last arrived, 
it was only to claim a valse with Eose. Oh, yes, 
he would come to her later perhaps, and claim the 
same favour at her hands. Let him I She would 
know how to answer such request. 

The valse finished, and then, after some little 
delay — such delay as Miss Bridgeman had not 
quite anticipated — Mr. Beringer appeared before 
her. 

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gaily, though Fve fair -excuse to offer for my tardy 
appearance.” 

None fairer,” she rejoined drily, as she coldly 
took the extended hand. Pray make no excuses. 
I can easily comprehend the delay. A valse with 
Miss Kawlinson would be temptation sufficient 
enough to justify any man being a little behind 
time.” 

Harry Beringer felt that he had got himself into 
an awkward scrape. He knew that after the pact 
he had made with Beatrice at Gore Court just 
before he left, his first allegiance had been due to 
her at the Byster ball, but he had come across Kose 
on entering the room, and her pretty delight at his 
re-appearance had proved irresistible. “I don’t 
know that you have any cause to twit me about 
that,” he said after a slight pause, I happened to 
meet 

“ Pray don’t think I have any curiosity about your 
meeting, Mr. Beringer, nor the slightest disposition 
to what you call ‘ twit ’ you. I hear you have been 
placed in an unpleasant predicament, from which I 
heartily congratulate you on escaping from.” 

I am afraid it is too late to hope you have a 
dance left for me,” said Harry, who was now getting 
as nettled as herself. 

Quite so. I have done for this evening, and am 
only dying to hear that the carriage is ready.” 

Good night. Miss Bridgeman,” he rejoined, as 
he bowed over her hand. You are the sole person 
in the room who has thought proper to manifest any 
belief in the charge brought against me— falsely, as 
you will see.” 

He turned away with a low bow as he spoke, and 


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knew perfectly well that his speech was unfounded 
and that his unlucky valse with Eose was the real 
root of his offending ; but if they were to quarrel 
he thought he would take high ground, and take 
advantage of his opportunity. 

What is it Mr. Beringer has been accused of, 
father ? ’’ she said, as the Squire came up to tell 
her that the carriage was waiting. 

“ What, do you mean to say you haven’t heard 
child what all the room is ringing with ? Why, I 
saw you talking to him. Didn’t he tell you ? ” 

No,” she answered, with dilating eyes. 

‘‘ Harry Beringer was arrested for murder, and 
for a few hours circumstances quite warranted the 
police in their belief. But come along.” 

Murder,” she muttered ; not true, of course. 
But if I had known, I don’t think I would have been 
so hard upon him to-night.” 


CHAPTER IX. 

THE NUGGET.” 

Well, my dear, how did you enjoy your ball ? ’ 
asked Aunt Barbara, as Miss Bridgeman made a 
tardy appearance in the drawing-room after a pre- 
tence at breakfast in her own room. 

Don’t ask me,” she replied. “ I do think it was 
the worst ball I ever was at in my life. That little 
minx, Rose Rawlinson, I’ve no patience with her. 
Her head is quite turned because some of the officers 
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they made about Mr. Beringer was simply disgusting. 
Instead of having been merely taken up for a 
murder which he didn’t commit one might have 
supposed he had committed some heroic action,” 

A most curious case,” remarked Aunt Barbara. 

Your father was telling me all about it at break- 
fast. I don’t wonder people talked about it, and 
though I don’t suppose that he, for one moment, 
had any doubt about its ending all right, yet it was 
an awkward situation to be placed in. Still, I don’t 
see that that made it a bad ball. I have known 
young people find much difficulty about something 
to talk about on such occasions.” 

Nonsense, auntie,” retorted the girl saucily. 
“ My partners have always me, a subject I can 
always listen to with pleasure.” 

Aunt Barbara’s eyes twinlded as she rejoined 
drily, Ah ! and they talked of Eose Eawlinson last 
night, I suppose. It does make a difference.” 

“ How dare you say such things, auntie ? I sup- 
pose you’ll want to know next how Eose looked. 
She looked frightful; no she didn’t, she looked too 
awfully lovely, and all the men were wild about her.” 

And neglected you,” said Miss Kurzon. 

No, indeed,” replied the girb with a toss of her 
head. ‘‘I had quite my share; but things went 
askew. I was put out. In fact, the ball didn’t go 
to my liking, and so I say again. Miss Kurzon, it 
was a bad ball.” 

I quite understand ; never mind going into 
particulars, my dear. I suppose we shall have Mr. 
Beringer over to call in a day or tw’^o. I’m longing 
to ask him all about his adventure.” 

Oh ! I don’t know,” rejoined Beatrice carelessly. 


so 


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I suppose SO ; but I shall go and take a turn on 
the terrace before lunch, and see if that will blow 
the cobwebs out of my brain.” 

“ I tell you what, Sara,” Aunt Barbara remarked 
as the door closed, she has had a tiff with young 
Beringer, and that is what was the matter with her 
ball. I don’t suppose that it will come to anything. 
But if you and Ealph don’t think Mr. Beringer an 
eligible son-in-law, I would not have him quite so 
much here if I was you.” 

Nonsense. You surely^ don’t think there’s any 
danger of those two falling in love with each 
other ? ” 

I think much more unlikely things have hap- 
pened, and am very much mistaken if Beatrice isn’t 
inclined a little that way. At the present moment, 
remember, he is always over here, and pays her a 
good deal of attention.” 

Mrs. Bridgeman was a little put out at her sister’s 
observations, but she knew from experience that 
Barbara’s sharp eyes were to be relied upon in any 
case of this sort. It was not that either she or her 
husband had any objection to young Beringer per- 
sonally ; on the contrary, he was a great favourite, 
but at present he was only a subaltern, and though, 
as they all knew, he had expections from his uncle 
at Plymouth, still, they might never be realised, 
but anyway Mrs. Bridgeman knew that there must 
be a great scarcity of ways and means at present to 
set up house upon, and in homely parlance she did 
not relish the idea of giving her daughter to a man 
who was unable to keep her. It were better, she 
thought, that such an incipient flirtation should be 
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husband accordingly. Beatrice was young, and 
could afford to wait, if Mr. Beringer fancied her, 
let him come forward as soon as his position 
entitled him to. 

But Mrs. Bridgeman was destined to be occa- 
sioned no uneasiness on this point. Considerably 
to the astonishment of both herself and Aunt 
Barbara, Mr. Beringer made no sign. He had 
called at Grore Court, but at an hour that a man so 
well versed as himself in the habits of its inmates, 
could make pretty certain of finding nobody at home. 
The Squire and Beatrice saw him constantly in the 
hunting field, when he was always excessively 
courteous and polite ; but he no longer dangled, as 
had been his wont, by the side of Miss Bridgeman’s 
bridle. Very sore about this was Beatrice; the one 
thing that consoled her was, that though he always 
rode up and spoke to Eose, he hung about her side 
no more than he did about her own. The men said 
Beringer rode straighter and better than ever, now 
he had given up spooning in the hunting field, 
which, as that philosopher who had attempted to 
account for Miss Bridgeman’s shortness of temper 
at the By s ter Ball explained, invariably spoiled a 
man’s capacity for better things. As for the Squire, 
a hint from his wife had sufficed to put a stop to 
those genial off-hand invitations to dine and sleep 
at Grore Court, which he had been in the habit of 
so freely giving. When a little coolness springs up 
between people who have hitherto known each 
other well, it is astonishing how rapidly the 
chilliness increases. Mr. Beringer had quarrelled 
with Beatrice, and made no pretence to himself of 
not knowing why; but, he was not a little sur- 


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prised when he found, as he deemed, that it was a 
quarrel d Voutrance. A quarrel so much in earnest 
that she had persuaded her family to partially drop 
his acquaintance. 

Halloa, Harry ; how is it you’re not going to 
Gore Court this evening,” asked Major Seaton, as 
he bustled into Beringer’s quarters one evening an 
hour before mess-time. 

‘‘For the best of all possible reasons — I’m not 
asked, Major. I don’t know how it is, but there’s 
a coolness sprung up between me and the Gore 
Court people, and they’ve quite dropped me of late.” 

“ Odd,’' rejoined the Major. “I must try to get 
to the bottom of this.” 

“ Pray don’t trouble yourself,” cried Beringer, as 
Seaton left the room. 

However, the Major was not to be denied, and 
took an opportunity of asking the Squire whether 
young Beringer had done anything to offend him or 
his family. 

“ It can’t be, I’m sure, that you think anything 
of this ridiculous charge that has been preferred 
against him.” 

“ Certainly not,” replied the Squire ; “ who does ? 
It has been all so thoroughly explained. No, 
Beringer is as nice a young fellow as ever I met. 
But, quite between ourselves, Seaton, he can’t pro- 
vide for a wife; and, therefore, I think it is just 
as well that he and Beatrice shouldn’t see too much 
of one another at present. 

Major Seaton could, of course, say no more ; 
neither could he mention to Beringer why he was 
not asked to Gore Court as heretofore. And Harry, 
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Beatrice had so bitterly resented his not having 
claimed her for a dance, the moment he arrived at 
the Byster Ball, that she was resolved their old 
friendly footing should no longer continue. 

Many men under these circumstances, if from no 
other motive than pique, would have at once 
ostentatiously prosecuted their flirtation with Kose 
Kawlinson, and, as we know, Harry Beringer 
oscillated strangely between the two girls, and 
could hardly as yet be said to be decidedly in love 
with either. He was a follower of Tom Moore’s 
Epicurean creed that 

“ When we are away from the lips that we love 
We have but to make love to the lips that are near/ 

And as yet had most hazy ideas of matrimony. 
Even if he had, he knew that it was quite out of 
all reasonable possibility with Eose Kawlinson. 
His whole family would be up in arms. His uncle 
down by Plymouth would most certainly ignore 
him when he came to disposing of his estates, 
should he make such a marriage as that. And he 
had too much chivalry in his nature to make a fool 
of a girl like Eose. He thought that he could 
make Miss Kawlinson fond of him if he took the 
trouble, but then nothing but tears and disappoint- 
ment could come of it ; or, worse still, social ruin 
to her, if not to both of them. He knew quite 
well that if he saw much more of Kose, he could 
no more abstain from making love to her than a 
dram-drinker from the bottle ; it was his besetting 
weakness, and he was quite conscious of it ; he had 
more than once got into petty scrapes from this 
fatal facility of his for making love to every pretty 


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woman he came across. For the first time in his 
life he had been attracted simultaneously by two 
young ladies. And after some little wavering had 
no sooner decided that he was more in earnest 
about Beatrice Bridgeman than he had ever before 
been, than he found himself most distinctly cold 
shouldered. The temptation was great, but Harry 
Beringer, if reckless, was what his friends termed 
straight,” a term which, though it be slang, carries 
mighty significance among the youth of the present 
day. 

Harry had, therefore, taken up a position of 
dignified neutrality with regard to either girl ; was 
unfailingly courteous in his demeanour to both 
when he met them in the hunting field, but most 
cirefully avoided being anything more, and it 
would have been hard to say now whether Eose 
Eawlinson or the Squire’s daughter was the most 
discontented at the outcome of the Byster Ball. 
The delinquent in the meantime consoled himself 
by hunting three days a week, playing racquets on 
the intermediate days, and could now always be 
safely counted upon for the regimental rubber. 

There were three members of the West Clay ford- 
shire, who, despite the Master showed capital sport, 
voted hunting was nothing to what it was at the 
beginning of the season, but who still from sheer 
love of the thing were constant in their attend- 
ance when the hounds met their side, and who 
were found as much as ever to the fore in a 
smart gallop as if they had not a care upon their 
minds. Love affairs going askew may make a man’s 
shooting do likewise, or interfere with a woman’s 
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straight, probably with a view to terminating their 
broken lives by broken necks. By the way lawn- 
tennis has given great opportunity for the mingling 
of the sexes, but is it fate ? it can’t be the game ; but 
why are its great lady exponents so much less charm- 
ing than we expect to see them? Perhaps it is the 
dress. Anything more unbecoming than the attire of 
a lady in a champion tournament it is hard to con- 
ceive. It may be the gaine, still I have never seen 
but one lady who was both a good and graceful 
player. 

About this time an event took place which 
was destined to have a wonderful influence on 
the fortunes of Gore Court, though as Aunt 
Barbara disdainfully described it at the time, 
‘‘Ealph couldn’t have ^clucked’ more if it had 
been the birth of his first-born, and didn’t indeed 
make half such a fuss when Keginald came into the 
world.” One morning Bristow arrived up at the 
house with the intelligence that Golden Dream had 
dropped a fine colt foal, and the Squire was at once 
off to the paddocks in a state of high excitement. 
So far Ealph Bridgeman had experienced the 
fortunes of most men who commence the formation 
of a breeding establishment. Valuable brood mares, 
even when money is no object, can only be picked up 
by degrees, and the Gore Court stud shared the usual 
fate that attends the early days of all such establish- 
ments, that is to say their yearlings fetched low prices, 
and turned out of small account. Of his bargain ” 
the Squire had formed extravagant hopes, for which 
there were really no foundation, except the weakness 
so common to our nature. We all dearly love a 
bargain, and are always proportionately proud on 


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those rare occasions upon which we obtain one. 
There is something very titillating to our sagacity, 
that we picked out the stone that the builders 
rejected. Then again, Ralph Bridgeman had been 
not a little chaffed about thinking that clever people, 
who had parted with this mare to Cornflower as 
worthless for breeding purposes, were likely to be 
mistaken. Now let this foal turn out what it might, 
nobody could deny but what Ralph Bridgeman had 
really picked up, for forty pounds, a mare, from the 
blood that flowed in her veins, probably worth ten 
times as much. Then again Bristow, who had been 
busily engaged in hunting up the paternity of the 
coming foal, was delighted to find that it would be 
a rarely bred one. The stable from which Golden 
Dream had been cast, though somewhat incredulous 
and most certainly astonished upon hearing of the 
expected stranger, were quite clear about its 
paternity, and at once said, ‘‘ That the foal would 
be the son of the Viking.” 

The manager of the stud from which Golden 
Dream had been sold, made no concealment of his 
chagrin at the mistake ; the mare had been barren 
the year before, and to their belief was the same this, 
otherwise they would never have parted with her, 
much less for the very trifling sum Cornflower had 
given, and he wound up by offering Bristow three 
hundred for herself and her progeny when it 
should appear. This, it is needless to say, the Squire 
had rejected, but still there remained the comforting 
fact that the very people who had sold Golden 
Dream were anxious to buy her back, for seven or 
eight times the sum that he himself had given for 
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ambitions of hnmanity is the obtaining something, 
however small, for nothing, and this ambition is 
gratified in its highest sense by the picking-up of a 
genuine bargain. As Bristow and his master stand 
fondly criticising the equine infant, and indulging 
in dreamy prophecy as to how he will grow up, the 
Squire begins to indulge in visions of prospective 
Derbys and Legers, etc. Bristow interrupts his 
master’s meditations by remarking: 

‘‘ Well, sir, whatever he may turn out, we’ve 
never had such a rare bred ’im in the paddocks 
before. We shall have to be thinking about a name 
for him.” 

“ Ah ! a name ! ” ejaculated the Squire. Yes, 
he’ll want a name. Stop, I have it. By the Viking, 
out of Golden Dream — 1 shall call him The Nugget.” 

And I sincerely trust he will turn out one, sir,” 
said Bristow. 


CHAPTEE XL 

‘*ROSE DISAPPEARS.’^ 


Before the departure of Her Majesty’s th had 

faded out of the minds of the good people ol 
Warminster, another thing happened which exei- 
cised the neighbourhood n /t a little. Eose Kaw- 
linson disappeared from the Lees, and her father 
and mother volunteered no explanation concerning 
it. They rather evaded being questioned on the 
subject, but if at all pressed replied drily, that she 
had gone to stay with friends in London. One 
thing was perfectly clear, that she had left War- 
minster quite openly, and her parents were fully 
aware of her intention in so leaving. Still there 
were wiseacres and scandalmongers in Warminster 
who shook their heads, and said that they always knew 
no good would come of the girl’s flirtation with Mr. 
Beringer. That there were no grounds whatever for 
connecting her disappearance with the departure of 

the ^th regiment did not signify. That the girl 

had not left Warminster for a month after Mr. Eer- 
inger and his brethren in arms counted for nothing. 
The gossips said darkly, that time would show 
that it was a bad day for the Kawlinsons when that 
Beringer chap crossed the threshold of the Lees.” 
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Harry, from prudential motives, had determined to 
keep equally clear of Eose Eawlinson likewise- He 
knew the temptation to console himself for the re- 
buff he had received from Beatrice, by making love 
to Eose, would be irresistible if he went near the 
Lees. There is much safety to the fly in avoiding 
the honey-pot. “ I shall only wind up by getting her 
into a deuce of a scrape, and myself too, most likely. 
I shall compromise her, she’ll get talked about. 
No, there’s only one thing for it, and that is to 
keep clear of her altogether.” 

This was all very well in theory, and did wonder- 
fully well in practice while the hunting lasted, but 
with the spring time there crept a great dulness 

over Warminster, and Her Majesty’s th were 

hard put to it how to amuse themselves. You 
cannot play racquets all and every day, be you ever 
so great an enthusiast, besides, horses must be exer- 
cised, and it is a great thing to have an object for 
one’s ride. That half-dozen miles to Lees Farm 
and back was a very nice afternoon canter, and Mr. 
Beringer was further assisted in his folly by Mrs. 
Eawlinson. 

" What’s the use of bringing the girl up a lady,” 
said that energetic matron, if you don’t give her 
the chance of marrying a gentleman. Eose don’t 
get so many chances that she can afford to throw 
one away, therefore if that young Beringer chap is 
disposed to get sweet on her, well let him. She 
ought to know how to take care of herself, and not 
go getting soft on him before she is quite sure he 
is very soft on her ; ” and therefore Mr. Beringer 
found no restraint put upon his visits by Mrs. 
Eawlinson. 


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Was it to be wondered at that Harry, wiling; 
away the tedium of those dreary spring days, and 
a man to whom woman’s society in some guise was 
a necessity, found himself a constant guest at 
pretty Eose Eawlinson’s tea-table. It was the old 
story He was idling away his time, liking her, 
admiring her, but nevertheless playing counters 
against her gold ; while she, poor child, dreamt 
they were growing all in all to each other. He 
knew that it was a mere poetical romance in his 
life, which might terminate at any moment. He 
honestly meant the girl no harm, and yet, though 
he knew what gossip would assuredly have to say 
about these constant visits of his to Lees farm, 
he had not strength of mind to discontinue them 
— and she ? Well, Eose was no more blind to the 
risk she ran of laying herself open to the clamour 
of tongues than her admirer, but she loved him. 
She didn’t know quite what was to come of it, 
but hoped that sooner or later he would ask her 
to be his wife, and that after the manner of fairy 
stories, they would live happy ever afterwards.” 
But remember that Eose was no fool or innocent of 
the world’s ways, but simply, like her admirer, she 
preferred to enjoy the present, and shut her eyes to 
all the consequences of the future. One more 
thing, which, let storytellers preach what sermons 
they like about the self-sacrifice of women, came 
dear to her heart, and that was the consciousness of 
triumph over Beatrice Bridgeman. 

She honestly loved Trixie, but nevertheless she 
could no more have foregone ousting her from 
Harry Beringer’s affections than any one of her sex, 
from Cleopatra to the latest of London sirens. No 


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man can deny how self-sacrificing women can be, 
but when it comes to resigning an admirer to a rival, 
it is well to remember there are trials past feminine 
endurance, and that to do them justice they do not 
expect it of one another. 

As might have been expected, it was not long 
before Harry Beringeris visits to the Lees pro- 
voked comment, and, as was pretty certain to be 
the case, Eose was the person whose conduct was 
most censured. 

That Eawlinson girl,’^ said the fenainine por- 
tion of the community, always had given her- 
self airs. It was the fault of the Bridgemans 
in great measure. If they had not ignored 
the girl’s position, and taken her up in the absurd 
manner they did, she would probably have been 
well enough ; now she thought herself a lady, 
and quite looked down on the young women of 
her own class. That Mr. Beringer was always 
dangling about her. What was old John Eaw- 
linson about to allow it. He could not suppose 
that Mr. Beringer was going to marry the girl, 
not likely. Well, they didn’t want to be ill- 
natured ; they could only say they hoped no harm 
would come of it.'’ 

In due course the report of Beringer’s visits to 
the Lees came round to Gore Court, and excited 
exceeding wrath in the breasts of the ladies of the 
establishment. Beatrice though sorely wounded, 
was much too proud to open her lips on the subject, 
and when directly referred to by her mother about 
it, she replied haughtily ‘‘ it did not concern her 
whrit attentions Mr. Beringer thought fit to pay 
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enough to encourage them, as it was not likely that 
Mr. Beringer could mean anything serious.” 

But the person who most angered Mrs. Bridge- 
man and Aunt Barbara was the Squire. He 
literally scourged them with scorpions ; his lips were 
closed before Beatrice, but when he caught his wife 
and sister-in-law by themselves he scoffed bitterly 
at them, and vowed never again to interfere with 
the inclinations of young people for each other. 

You would have it Sara that women see these 
things so much quicker than we do. You were so 
afraid that young Beringer and Beatrice were 
getting too fond of each other. Why, bless my soul 
he was over head and ears with the other girl all 
the time.” 

‘‘ That’s all nonsense, Ealph,” would exclaim Mrs. 
Bridgeman, I’m not at all clear that he was, at the 
time I spoke to you.” 

Well, then all I can say is that your banishing 
him from our house drove him into it, and I’m very 
sorry for it. He was a nice young fellow, and she’s 
a nice girl too, but no good can come of that flirta- 
tion. It will be sheer madness on his part to marry 
her, though she probably cannot see that the 
result could only be a bitter disappointment for her. 
If you and Barbara hadn’t been so confoundedly 
diplomatic, I don’t suppose young Beringer would 
ever have made up his mind as to which of the two 
girls be liked best, and no harm would have come 
of it.” 

In vain did Aunt Barbara stand stoutly to her 
guns, the Squire had got the whip hand, and he 
knew it. He really was annoyed that he had 
followed his wife’s advice, and partially dropped 


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young Beringer. He saw that Beringer had resented 
it ; he had taken a fancy to him, and now Beringer 
had quite dropped out of their circle; nothing except 
a coldly courteous salutation when they met ever 
passed between them. Besides Ealph Bridgeman’s 
sarcasms there was another sting that honestly dis- 
turbed the tranquillity of the two elder ladies. 
They really were fond of Eose, and were quite of 
the Squire’s opinion, that nothing but disappoint- 
ment could come of her present flirtation. How- 
ever, in the meantime, the wilful pair serenely went 
their own sweet wa}^, and the lookers on could only 
wait and see what came of it. 

Major Seaton had indeed ventured to remonstrate 
slightly with Beringer on the subject, but as that 
gentleman declined to discuss it, and curtly 
observed that he claimed the right to choose his 
own acquaintance, there was no more to be said. 
The Major knew you might as well attempt to 
meddle with Niagara as to reason with Strephon 
about his passion for Chloe. One person alone 
could have intervened in the telling of this love 
tale, and that was John Eawlinson ; but in the first 
place, though he knew Mr. Beringer often called at 
his house, he by no means knew how often, and, 
secondly, he was so immersed in his own affairs that 
he had not much time to attend to anything else. 
Things were going very badly indeed with John 
Eawlinson ; not with him especially. The farmers 
after many years of prosperity had suddenly fallen 
upon evil times. Agriculture seemed destined to 
become a most unprofitable occupation. At the 
present time, in spite of a most liberal abatement 
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impossible to make both ends meet. John Rawlin- 
son was no worse off than his neighbours, but he 
found it hard work to get hold of the requisite 
money to pay his labourers and carry on the 
necessary culture of the land, nor could anyone see 
how things were to come round again, the foreigner 
was simply underselling us in our own market, and 
though farmers might growl and cry aloud for a 
return to the duties on corn, j)ractical men knew 
that you might as well talk of returning to the 
days of Stage Coaches. 

‘‘Well Mary,” said Rawlinson, as he came in, 
towards the close of a fine day in April. “ I can’t 
make up my mind what to do. You'll be loth to 
leave the Lees, lass, and yet I’m afraid it will come 
to that. If things don’t change, and I don’t see 
any signs of it, I shall be stone broke next year. 
I can’t make up my mind whether it will be best to 
give the Squire notice at once and throw up the 
farm next year, or to still carry on ; I believe I’d 
best take out what I’ve got left, and start at 
something else.” 

“Oh! John, is it as bad as that?” said Mrs. 
Rawlinson, as she came over to him, “ and what 
other business, my man, are you and I fit for. I’d 
be lost without my poultry and dairy.” 

“ I don’t know,” replied John Rawlinson. “ I 
suppose I’ll have to carry on the old business on a 
small scale elsewhere. It’s rather a come-down to turn 
from a big farmer into a small one, but we’d bear it 
better in a new neighbourhood than we would here, 
where we have always carried our heads high.” 

“ You know best, John ; but I’ll be real sorry to 
leave the Lees. It’s twenty-six years ago next 


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Whitsuntide since you brought me home here, 
John. All our children were born in this house ; if 
we must, we must, but I shall cry bitterly the day I 
leave it.” 

A woman’s heart clings fondly to her home and 
its belongings. That times were bad, and things 
going very much awry with them, Mary Kawlinson 
knew, but this was the first occasion upon which the 
fact that there was an imminent likelihood of their 
having to leave the Lees had been brought clearly 
before her. However, while the Warminster people 
are wagging their heads over the imprudent flirta- 
tion of Eeringer and Rose Rawlinson, the Weird 
Sisters lift their fatal scissors and sever the thread 
of ‘Move’s young dream,” or, in the more prosaic 
language of the War Office, Her Majesty’s — th 
receive a letter commanding them to hold them- 
selves in readiness to proceed to Aldershot at a 
moment’s notice ; a letter which evokes the varied 
feelings that always herald the departure of a regi- 
ment. There are many always to regret the corps 
who have made friends in its ranks, and are loth to 
lose them. There is always a certain section who did 
not get on with its officers, and trust to do better 
with the new comers ; and there is yet another 
division of society who like a change. That the 
intelligence the regiment was under orders to leave 
Warminster was known all over the town within a 
very few hours of the Colonel opening his letter from 
the War Office, it is almost needless to say. Two 
women speedily were made acquainted with the 
news, and to each it brought a tug at her heart- 
strings. Beatrice Bridgeman had more than once 
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Byster Ball. She was right. She yet considered his 
allegiance had been due to her, and he had no busi- 
ness to ask another woman to dance till her prior 
claim had been satisfied. She had never meant to 
quarrel with him in earnest. She had never 
thought that he would vouchsafe her no oppor- 
tunity of reconciliation. It was impossible for 
her to foresee Aunt Barbara’s prophetic visions, 
nor had she the slightest idea of how much that 
dear old lady’s advice had contributed to estrange 
her from Harry Eeringer. Beatrice could not help 
thinking if it had not been for that foolish difference 
with Harry at Byster, those visits to the Lees, 
which were occasioning such scandal at Warminster, 
would have been paid to Gfore Court. Very much 
of her father’s opinion was Miss Bridgeman, although 
not quite arguing from the same premises. 

But to Eose Eawlinson the tidings that the — th 
have got the order to march was a veritable shock. 
It brought her face to face with the problem as to 
how her flirtation must end, and she knew only two 
things, that she had got very fond of Harry Eeringer 
and that she had grievous doubts of his asking her 
to marry him. 

Nonsense, mother, I can’t bear to hear you 
speak of it like that,” expostulated Eose in response 
to a sharp speech from her mother to the effect 
that she supposed Mr. Eeringer would speak out 
now. He couldn’t expect to go hanging about a 
girl all the time, and then be off without saying 
what he meant by it.” Eut for all that, Eose had 
strange misgivings nothing definite would be 
arrived at in her parting interview with Plarry 
Eeringer. 


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The order for the — th to march, which, in this 
instance, meant to take the rail, followed promptly 
on the letter of readiness, and Eose had not long to 
wait before she saw Beringer walking his hack up 
the lane which led to the Lees, to pay, what she 
knew very well, was his farewell visit. 

‘‘So you’re under orders to leave Warminster?” 
she exclaimed, as he entered the sitting-room. 
“ Very unexpected, is it not ? ” 

“ Yes ; we thought we were quite safe here till 
next autumn, but we’re off, and at very short 
notice. We march to-morrow.” 

“ So soon, Mr. Beringer. How we shall all miss 
you.” 

“ You will learn to do without me, Eose, much 
easier than I shall without you. I shall think 
often of the many pleasant hours I have spent in 
this room, and of the many good gallops we’ve had 
together, and, above all, I shall think of your own 
sweet self.” 

“ My own sweet self,” replied Eose, with a some- 
what sickly attempt at memment, “ owns to being 
unfeignedly sorry you’re going.” 

“ Still, I’m not going so very far away,” rejoined 
Beringer. “ Thanks to the rati, no place in England 
can be said to be very far from any other. I dare- 
say I shall be often running back to Warminster.” 

“ You’ll be visiting at Gore Court most likely,” 
said Eose, just a little maliciously, for she knew 
very well what a coolness had sprung up between 
Beatrice and Mr. Beringer. 

“ No, I don’t think that ii likely,” he replied. 
“ I see as little of Gore Court now as you do.’’^ 

Yes,” replied Eose, “ they have given up asking 

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me there of late, and you are the reason, Mr,^ 
Beringer.” 

I,” cried Beringer. ‘‘ I know they’ve pretty well 
dropped me, but I don’t see because they’re offended 
with me what that can have to do with you.” 

‘‘ Nonsense ; you can’t suppose Beatrice liked 
your being attentive to me. She was very angry 
with you at the Byster ball, because you asked me 
to. dance before asking her. Of course she would 
include me also in her wrath, and what’s more, 
be much slower to forgive me than she would 
you.” 

Now Beringer had certainly guessed all this, but 
he was a little taken aback to hear Eose discuss it 
so openly. But the girl was sore at heart and very 
bitter with her lot. She had grown really fond of 
Beringer, and was honestly very sorry that their 
pleasant intimacy was to be broken off. Her heart 
raged against Miss Bridgeman, because had she 
only enjoyed the advantage of Beatrice’s position, 
she felt sure that Beringer would ask her to be his 
wife. She knew too that she had been much talked 
about of late on account of her flirtation with the 
young officer, in fact, her love affair was a tangled 
skein, the unravelling of which she could by no 
means compass. 

‘‘ I’m awfully sorry, Eose,” he said, after a pause, 
‘‘that you should be punished for my iniquities, and 
yet, dearest, your own sweet face was the cause 
of them.” 

Yes,” said Eose, as she flashed a look of provo- 
cation at him from under her dark eyelashes, “ but 
it is always we poor women upon whom the bigger 
share of the blame is visited. You go away and 


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leive us to bear the burdens you have laid upon 
oui* shoulders.” 

Harry Beringer was quick to respond to Miss 
Eawlinson’s challenge; he was seated on the sofa 
beside her, and his arm glided round her waist as 
he murmured in her ear, I tell you I shall often 
come back ; you’ll see me back again in Warminster 
before many weeks are over.” 

“ I hope so, Harry,” she replied, as she yielded to 
his embrace, for I shall be very lonely without 
you.” 

His lips prevented further speech on her part, 
and Harry Beringer for the next half hour was still 
whispering the old old story into her willing ears, 
but though they parted with the warmest embraces, 
and though the tears welled up in Kose’s dark eyes, 
yet she stood no more pledged to be Beringer’s wife 
than when he had crossed the threshold. 


CHAPTER XII. 

RICE AND OLD SHOES. 

Two years have glided by, and the sale of the Gore 
Court yearlings is steadily becoming more and more 
popular with the public. This last season in par- 
ticular a flying two-year-old called the Nugget, the 
property of Mr. Clinton, but which had been bred at 
Gore Court, had swept the board, and called renewed 
attention to Mr. Bridgeman’s blood stock. The 
Squire indeed was more wrapped up in his breeding 
stud than ever, and said that the paddocks were the 
only bit of land on the estate worth cultivating. 
Agriculture gave no signs of improving, and Ralph 
Bridgeman had been compelled to cut down his 
rents, year by year, till his income was reduced to 
little more than half of what it had been when 
Harry Beringer had been quartered at Warminster. 

The th had by this time been moved from 

Aldershot. The doom that Harry had feared long 
since had fallen upon them, and they had been 
ordered to the West of Ireland. Since then the 
Gore Court people had heard but little of them. 
Major Seaton, to whom they were usually indebted 
for all the news concerning their old friends in his 
corps, had not visited them this year, and further 
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^as seen or heard of pretty Eose Eawlinson. 

Although many of the officers of the th had 

assured their friends in Warminster, honestly at the 
time meaning what they said, that they should 
often come down there again, yet, as constantly 
happens, they none of them ever did, with the one 
exception of Major Seaton. He came down for a 
fortnight about Christmas to stay with his old friend 
Ealph Bridgeman, and from him of course the Gore 
Court people heard of Mr. Beringer, but of his 
doings there was little to tell, further than that he 
was with the regiment, and that was all. Il is true 
the Squire took an opportunity of informing the 
Major of the scandal there was afloat about Eose 
Eawlinson, but Seaton strenuously denied that Harry 
Beringer had the slightest hand in Eose’s dis- 
appearance. “ It is hardly possible,” continued the 
Major, that if she were with him it could by any 
means be kept a secret from the regiment, and such 
a thing has never even been whispered. I have no 
doubt that Harry didn’t behave very well to her, 
but that’s no reason for making him out much 
worse than he is.” 

Two or three days after Eose had left Warminster 
Bay Bella was sent up to the Court, and almost 
immediately afterwards John Eawlinson gave the 
6quire due notice that he should throw up the Lees 
next Lady-day. Ealph Bridgeman was very loth 
to part with his old tenant ; he pointed out that he 
had already made an abatement of rent, said that 
he had no wish to be hard on any tenant of his 
during the present hard times, that he was perfectly 
prepared to give the question of a still further 
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thanked him, but shook his head. ‘‘It’s no use 
Squire,” he said, “ You’re as good a landlord to farm 
under as any one. I’ve held the Lees for more than 
a quarter of a century and don’t deny but what I’ve 
done well in it till of late, but it’s just beating me 
now. I don’t see how farmers are to get on at all. 
I‘m very sorry to leave the old place, but it’s best 
to go while I’ve something left, and I’m afraid you’ll 
find that more of them will have to follow my 
example.” ' 

Ere the year was over, the Squire found Eawlinson 
to be a true prophet. He had three or four good 
farms, besides the Lee^, the holders of which not 
even a further abatement of ten per cent, could 
persuade to remain. They all told the same story 
as Eawlinson ; they were sorry to go, but there was 
no longer a living to be got out of the land. 

Clayfordshire, indeed, was one of the counties 
upon which the agricultural depression pressed 
hardest. Its inhabitants were fain to confess there 
was no money in the county ; the landlords found 
their incomes reduced to one half, to say nothing 
of hundreds of acres thrown into their own hands, 
the farmers were stone broke, and instead of dining 
jollily together on the market-day, contented them- 
selves with bread and cheese and a glass of ale.. 
Those days of cheery dinners, when the salmon 
cost half-a-crown a pound, when the best of every- 
thing was on the table, and a pretty liberal allow- 
ance of port was consumed afterwards, “ for the good 
of the house,” were gone ! and the bluff free-handed 
boisterous farmers of former times were succeeded 
by a lot of sad-eyed, anxious looking men who saw 
ruin creeping steadily upon them. That all this 


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naturally affected the gaiety of the county was 
only natural. People can’t keep open house on 
narrow means, and when economy is the order of 
the day, it is the luxuries of life that first disappear. 
The West Clayfordshire hounds that season were 
but poorly supported, the gentlemen had, in many 
cases, been compelled to reduce their studs, and 
had but one horse where they had been wont to 
have two, while, as for the farmers, their hunters 
had come mostly to the hammer, and, exclusive of 
their farm horses, the bulk of them had reduced 
their studs to the one necessary ‘‘ trapper.” Beatrice 
Bridgeman complained bitterly what a dull winter 
it was. The new regiment was by no means so 

popular as the th. The latter had always sent 

forth a goodly contingent of horsemen when the 
hounds met within any reasonable distance of War- 
minster. But the new comers did not hunt ; in fact, 
Warminster voted them a very slow lot compared 
with their predecessors. 

A person who was, perhaps, seriously uncomfort- 
able this winter was Aunt Barbara ; she was very 
fond of her niece, and she could not help noticing 
a decided change in her. It was not that Beatrice 
moped, or anything of that sort, but she took her 
pleasure so much more sedately. The bright, lively 
girl of last winter seemed to have been replaced by 
quite a grave young lady. She hunted as often as 
ever, and rode as well ; with Sultan and Bay Bella 
in the stable she had never been better mounted, 
but beautifully as the latter carried her, Beatrice 
was fain to confess she could not resist an occasional 
twinge when she thought that she had deprived 
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was no cause to be uneasy, but there could be no 
doubt that the high spirits which had originally 
characterised her were considerably toned down. 
Aunt Barbara carefully noted this fact, and in her 
heart wished she had bitten her tongue out before 
giving her sister that hint about Mr. Beringer. 
What business, she asked herself, had she to inter- 
fere in the matter at all? Those sort of things 
were always better left to right themselves. To do 
her justice. Aunt Barbara was no mischief-making 
spinster, and most heartily now wished she had 
never meddled in her niece’s flirtations. The 
Squire too, began to look harassed and anxious. 
It is all very well to say a man who is left with 
something like four thousand a year is not much 
to be pitied, but when that man has been used to 
spend double that amount all his life, and, in 
addition to that, suddenly finds himself with 
several farms thrown upon his hands, all allowed to 
run waste, it is not surprising that he gets anxious 
about money matters, and hardly knows where to 
lay his hand upon a sovereign. What the farmers 
had felt in the first instance had now come home 
to himself. To go in for farming requires no 
small amount of capital, and though the Squire, 
like most country gentlemen, had a very com- 
petent knowledge of the business, yet it was not 
based upon that thrifty management which the 
present circumstances so urgently compelled. One 
gleam of sunlight alone dawned upon the Squire 
in his difficulties, and that was that the Gore Court 
yearlings had fetched a better price than they had 
ever done yet. And not only that, but both the 
Squire and Bristow considered that they had a 


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most promising lot of foals for next year, the gem 
of which was The Nugget, and about this foal the 
Squire and his stud groom held many anxious 
confabulations. 

‘^He grows a real beauty, Bristow,” exclaimed 
Ealph Bridgeman, one morning, as they stood look- 
ing the young thing over. “ I don’t want to part 
with it. He’ll turn out a real clipper, mark me — 
and, think of the blood.” 

Keep him, sir,” rejoined Bristow, and," in 
twelve months’ time, send him to Newmarket.” 

No, that’s no use,” rejoined the Squire ; when 
you send an odd horse up to one of those public 
training stables, it’s just a toss up whether they 
take a fancy to him or not. If they don’t, they 
won’t trouble their heads even to see if he is good 
for anything ; they just put him to lead- work, or 
something of that sort. Why, I recollect Tom 
Clinton sending a couple of colts to Wrenton’s ; he 
never had either of them fit to run as two-year olds 
Clinton, who fancied the colts, took them aw^ay in 
great wrath ; got hold of a private trainer, and the 
next year, won the Two Thousand, with one, and 
the Derby, with the other. No, no, Bristow, I’ll have 
none of that — and yet, I do not want to part with 
the colt.” 

Well, sir, what do you think of this ? ” ex- 
claimed the stud groom. You’ve lots of racing 
friends ; how about leasing the The Nugget for his 
racing career ; to come back to you when that is 
over ? ” 

‘‘ By Jove ! the very thing,” exclaimed the 
Squire. I’ll write to Tom Clinton about it to- 
night. Tom, I know, will see that every jus- 


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tice is done him. Very good idea of yours, 
Bristow.” 

In due time Ealph Bridgeman received a letter 
from his old friend, saying that there was plenty of 
time to think about it ; but that, in the course of 
the following year, he would manage to run down 
to Gore Court, and take a look at “ the young 
un’.” You used to be a fair judge, Ealph,” the 
letter went on : — I can only say — if I like his 
looks, as I’ve little doubt I shall. The Nugget shall 
go up to my stables next autumn, and be put 
through the mill. If I’m satisfied, I will lease him 
from you with pleasure. The exact terms we will 
settle later on.” 

The Squire was delighted with this epistle. He 
was far too sanguine a man to dream of disappoint- 
ment ; and, really, the Gore Court stud gave 
promise of becoming a paying concern. This would 
enable him to keep his pet, the pick of the 
basket, the pride of the shop,” and share in all the 
glories he felt sure awaited him. For, like many 
another man of his hopeful temperament, Ealph 
Bridgeman already pictured The Nugget as a 
winner of the triple crown, albeit he was, as yet, 
not even entered for the trio of famous three- 
year old races. 

‘‘ It’s an odd thing, sir,” said Bristow, one morn- 
ing, to his master, just about Christmas time, ‘‘but 
the Wrentons are wonderful keen about getting 
Golden Dream back again. I’ve just had another 
nibble from them — they’ve wrote to say they’re 
good to give a thousand for her and her foal.” 

“ The devil they have ! ” exclaimed the Squire. 

** Here’s the letter, sir,” rejoined Bristow, as he 


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handed it to his master. I asked their head lad 
what made ’em so keen about it, and he told me 
they thought no end of Grolden Dream’s blood ; 
would never have parted with her, if they had 
thought she would have bred, and that old Sam 
Wrenton, the father — the old man, you know, 
sir — has a curious superstition about the buying or 
selling of an unborn foal. Did’n’t you ever hear the 
old country saying, Squire ? — 

‘ To sell the unborn 
Is like burning the corn,’ 


which, of course, means selling long before you 
can deliver ; — means taking a very reduced price 
for whatever the stuff may be — live stock or 
grain. But, old Sam interprets it different. He 
thinks to sell an unborn foal is to part with a 
flyer, and would never have done it if he’d known. 
Now they are all mad to get back the mare, on 
account of the blood ; and old Sam — well, he’s wild, 
to get back the foal on account of this here belief 
of his.” 

Well, Bristow, they won’t. We’ve our super- 
stitions, too, haven’t we, and believe The Nugget will 
turn out a flyer — don’t we ? ” 

It’s looking a long way for’ard, sir ; but I 
honestly think he will,” rejoined Bristow* 


CHAPTER X. 

A FOND FAREWELL. 

By the end of the hunting season the estrangement 
between Mr. Beringer and the Gore Court people 
was complete. That gentleman had much too good 
an opinion of himself to kotoo to any people in the 
land, be they ever so great. A good-looking, popu- 
lar fellow, he was one of Society’s spoilt favourites. 
He had the entree of far too many good houses not 
to be able to indulge himself in airs. The Bridge- 
mans had taken him up warmly to start with, and 
he had become quite an ami de la maison. Since 
his quarrel with Beatrice he considered they had 
pointedly dropped him. He had no idea of being 
on what he called such beck and call terms with 
anybody ; so when invitations did come from Gore 
Court they were invariably met with polite refusal. 
Now this was not at all what Ralph Bridgeman 
had meant. At his wife’s instigation, who, in 
her turn was inspired by Aunt Barbara, he had 
thought it advisable not to have Mr. Beringer about 
the house quite so much as he had done, but still 
he had not the slightest intention or wish to drop 
his acquaintance altogether; however, it had now 
dwindled down to little more than interchange of 
bows when they met. Since the Byster Ball Harry 
Beringer had never set foot in Gore Court. 

In the first sting of his quarrel with Beatrice, 


RICE AND OLD SHOES. 


109 


name in the Gazette, as a Captain, they knew 
nothing of him. 

The Eawlinsons, too, had vanished, and made no 
sign. What had become of John Eawlinson and his 
wife was unknown in the neighbourhood of War- 
minster. Eawlinson had sold off his stock, wished 
his neighbours good-bye, and said simply that he 
had not as yet made up his mind as to where he 
was going, but that the Lees had beat him, he 
could no longer get a living in West Clayfordshire ; 
and since that none of his old friends had ever come 
across or heard of him. Eose, too, had consider- 
ably disappointed those scandal-mongers who had so 
persistently maintained that it would all come out 
some of these days. Either there was nothing to 
come out, or the secret was well kept, at all events 
the gossips of Warminster were no wiser than when 
the girl had so mysteriously disappeared from their 
ken. 

But one morning Beatrice received a letter which 
astonished her not a little. 

Dear Miss Beatrice,” it ran — 

You will be surprised to hear from 
me after all this time, and it maybe wonder why 
I never came to wish you good-bye, but I 
should almost think your own heart would tell 
you the reason. 1 was properly punished for my 
flirtation, but still it was not altogether my fault. 
If you had not dealt so harshly with Mr. Beringer 
at the Byster Ball, it would never have happened. 
As it was he amused himself with me, but he loved 
you all the time. That I did my best to detach 
him from you I freely admit. I had no trouble in 


11 ^ 


THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


making him flirt with me, and we had a scene to 
wind up with ; but I have never seen or heard from 
him since, nor did he, I fancy, ever make the 
slightest effort to discover what had become of me. 
As for my leaving the Lees, that is easily accounted 
for. We were all to leave shortly, because father 
could no longer get a living out of it. Times were 
getting very bad, and after the education I had had, 
I thouglit I ought to do something for myself. I 
had grown sick to death of Warminster and its 
neighbourhood where I knew I was now talked 
about, either pitied for having been left ‘ all forlorn,’ 
or laughed at for being such a fool as to suppose Mr. 
Beringer ever meant anything. It did not much 
matter which, either was maddening to a nature 
like mine. And what was worse there was a spice 
of truth in it. I did cling to the hope that iMr. 
Beringer would ask me to marry him. When he 
wished me good-bye with those words unspoken, 
then I knew that my dream was at an end. 

‘‘ I have often longed to make you this confession, 
but somehow have lacked the courage, and am only 
emboldened to now by the fact that I am going to 
be married. I took a situation in the country, as 
governess, when I left Warminster, and it has ended 
in my having promised myself to the doctor of the 
parish. He is a very nice fellow, with a large and 
rapidly-increasing practice, can give me a good 
home, and as you know I have always been accus- 
tomed to a country life, and George holds forth the 
prospect of an occasional scamper with the hounds 
in the winter-time. Pray write and forgive me. 
Miss Beatrice, that is, if you think you have any- 
thing to forgive ; we have known each other since 


RICE AND OLD SHOES. 


Ill 


we were mere children, and I should not feel 
happy if I was married without having your best 
wishes. 

Most sincerely yours, 

“Rose Rawlinson.” 

“ P.S. — Don’t please tell anyone but the Squire 
Father has got a market-garden down by Brentford 
and is doing well, but it is a sad come down after 
the Lees.” 

Beatrice Bridgeman was not the girl to reject an 
appeal of this sort. 

Besides did not that letter carry balm in it to a 
heart sorely wounded, “ he amused himself with me 
but he loved yon all the time.” Ah did he, thought 
Beatrice — should she ever see him again ? and 
then the girl’s face flushed as she thought how 
much she still cared for one who probably had 
no longer a thought for her. But it was a very 
pretty letter of congratulation that went forth 
from Gore Court in reply, duly to be followed 
by handsome cadeaux from the Squire, his wife and 
Aunt Barbara. Still nothing touched Rose so much 
as Beatrice’s own present, and when her old mare, 
Bay Bella, arrived, the day before the wedding, with 
her mane plaited with white satin ribbons, and two 
boxes of hunting paraphernalia, including everything 
from a set of clothing with her initials R. D to a 
riding habit by Dore, Mrs. Rose Drayton that 
was about to be, fairly sat down and indulged in a 
real good cry over her old favourite and the merry 
days of yore in West Clayfordshire. 


112 


THE PEIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


A couple more years roll by and Warminster and 
its neighbourhood opine that Miss Bridgeman like 
her Aunt Barbara is not a marrying woman. Sbe 
has declined one or two eligible offers, and seems 
contented now with her home life and the sport 
afforded by the West Clayfordshire, and yet it’^ 
strange, say the Warminster people, that so prett}’ a 
girl as Beatrice Bridgeman remains unwed. One 
thing that interests Beatrice much is the stud farm, 
and it would be hard to say whether the Squire or 
his daughter took most pride in the sale of the 
Gore Court yearlings. It has become one of the 
most noted sales of the year, and the average always 
increasing bids fair ere long to put it at the very 
top of the tree. The Nugget has given it a 
great lift, for though he failed to win the triple 
crown, there are few racing men who have any 
doubt but that he ought to have done so. He won 
the Two Thousand easily, an attack of influenza, 
although not bad enough to prevent his starting, 
virtually settled his chance at Epsom, while on 
Doncaster Town Moor he disposed of his antagonists 
in a canter. 

Half the stakes he wins. I pay all expense^., 
and he’s yours again, when I’ve done with him,” 
had been Tom Clinton’s pretty proposal, after he had 
satisfactorily tried the Nugget as a yearling, and a 
very profitable bargain it had proved to both lessor 
and lessee. And now Ealph Bridgeman, accompanied 
by his wife and daughter, are at Ascot to see the 
Nugget compete for the Cup.” 

‘‘ He can’t lose it, Ealph, if he only gets safe 
down the hill,” says Tom Clinton enthusiastically 
in the paddock. ‘‘ He’s fit as fiddles, but it’s no use 


BICE AND OLD SHOES. 


113 


denying, he has dicky fore legs. I think they’ll pull 
him through to-day ; but it will be a question every 
time he runs now, whether he don’t crack in the 
race. Still, he’s that game if it was close to home 
he’d win on three legs. He ought to be a clinker 
at the stud.” 

The paddock ' is thronged and numerous are the 
hearty greetings exchanged amongst the gay crowd 
who have come to take stock of the competitors for 
the Gold Cup. Miss Bridgeman and her father 
were anxiously scanning a great strapping bay 
four-year old with bandaged legs that is pacing 
majestically round and round in a circle. 

He’s a grand horse, papa, and looks as if he 
could carry sixteen stone to hounds with ease.” 

“ * With a back and with loins that would carry a house, 

And with quarters to lift him half over the town.’ ” 

sang a voice behind them. Ah! or Harrington 
Brook either,” continued the singer, dropping into 
prose. 

“ Captain Beringer,” exclaimed Miss Bridgeman, 
as she turned and met the laughing eyes of that 
gay linesman.” 

Yes,” replied Beringer, as he raised his hat, 
^‘I’ve escaped from the wilds of Erin for a brief 
period, and one must have had two years’ soldiering 
in that country to thoroughly appreciate a run in 
England.” If I mistake not, Mr. Bridgeman,” he 
continued, as he shook hands, The Nugget is one 
of your breeding.” 

A son of the very mare that I bought when you 
were in Warminster,” 


8 


114 


THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOOH. 


Yes, don’t you recollect our walking down to the 
paddocks to see what, in my impertinence, I always 
called papa’s bad bargain ; the Pride of the Paddock 
we call her now.” 

Ah 1 ” said Ralph Bridgeman, laughing, ‘‘ it 
turned out the best deal that ever I made. This 
is probably The Nugget’s last season racing, and 
then he comes back to me for stud purposes.” 

And a rare sire he ought to make. He is a grand 
looking horse, and grandly bred. I hope Sultan is 
all well, Miss Bridgeman.” 

Yes,” replied Beatrice, with a coquettish smile, 
“ but I should have thought you would have been 
more likely to enquire about Bay Bella.” 

Ah ! I recollect hearing just before I left that 
she had gone into your stable. I suppose you 
have her now ? ” 

No, indeed,” replied Miss Bridgeman. 

Given her away ? A most noble present ! Might 
I ask who was the lucky recipient ? ” 

An old friend of yours,” replied Beatrice, “ and 
I gave her Bay Bella on her marriage. I knew 
nothing I could give her would please her so 
much.” 

“I hope she has married well and happily. 
When did it take place ? ” 

Close upon two years ago. I have only seen 
her once since, and then she came to see me in 
London, looking handsomer than ever. Her 
husband is a doctor with a capital practice, and so 
Rose gets a run up to Town for a fortnight now 
and again. The Eawlinsons, as you probably don’t 
know, left the neighbourhood of Warminster just 
after you did.” 


RICE AND OLD SHOES. 


115 


** Yes,” said Beringer, Seaton told me all about 
that. He commands us now, you know.” 

Come along and see the race, Beatrice,” suddenly 
interposed the Squire. “ It’s just possible this might 
be the last year he will ever run. Won’t you come 
too, Beringer ? You will see it from the top of our 
drag as well as anywhere, and we’ll give you some 
lunch afterwards.” 

They made their way out of the paddock and 
across the course, and soon caught sight of the 
little tricoloured pennon, which marked the coach 
in which the Squire and his party had come down. 
By the time they are comfortably established on the 
roof, the horses are cantering down to the post. 
There are ouly six runners, but they are all more 
or less celebrities. The Bing takes a slight shade 
of odds, though upon previous form it is as Mr. 
Clinton remarks, certainty for him, bar acci- 
dents.” 

A few minutes more and they come past the 
stand for the first time all in a cluster, and run 
till they reach the top of the hill. Here Falling 
Star, in the well known cherry and black cap, tears 
to the front, and brings the whole flight down the 
incline a cracker, with the exception of the Nugget 
who is left so fiir behind, that a cry is heard fiom 
the King of The favourite’s beat ; the favourite is 
out of it.” 

Oh ! papa we’re beat,” cried Beatrice, who is 
watching the race closely through her glass. 

Not quite yet, I think. Miss Bridgeman,” said 
Beringer, ‘Hhough Jameson is lying almost dan- 
gerously out of his ground. Still I don’t think the 
leg has gone yet. I’ve been so much in Ireland 


116 


•THE PRIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 


lately that I never saw The N ugget run but once, 
and that was in the Derby, when he wasn't fit, but 
I’ve always heard that he’s a horse with a tre- 
mendous turn of speed. Still it does look as if he 
would never catch his horses. Ha ! he’s down the 
hill at last, and Jameson is beginning to set him 
going in earnest. Look Miss Bridgeman ! See how 
The Nugget is creeping up to his horses in the 
Swinley Bottom. By Jove ! he’ll be with them 
yet by the turn into the straight. 

“ Have you much money on him, Captain 
Beringer,” suddenly enquired the girl. 

I laid a tliousand to seven hundred,” was the 
nonchalant reply. 

Miss Bridgeman said nothing, but marvelled 
greatly that a gentleman of his moderate means, 
should dare to bet so boldly. 

Harry Beringer was right. At the Swinley turn 
The Nugget ran up to his horses, and they were no 
sooner fairly in the straight than he settled his 
field in half a dozen strides, and coming on with 
the lead landed the Gold Cup in the commonest of 
canters. 

They were a very merry luncheon party, as it 
was natural they should be. Commend me to that 
meal when the partakers thereof have all had n 
good race. It is astonishing how the mind over- 
flows with human kindness under those circum- 
stances and how marvellously far the smallest of 
jokelets go with such an auditory. Ere it was 
over Beringer had ascertained where the Bridgeman s 
were staying in town, had received Beatrice’s 
permission to call, and had further accepted a some- 
what indefinite invitation to stay at Gore Court, 


EICE AND OLD SHOES. 


Ill 


and have another shy at Harrington Brook with the 
West Clayfordshire. 

Seaton told me,” muttered the Squire to him- 
self, ‘‘ that Beringer had inherited all his uncle’s 
property near Plymouth, and was worth some- 
thing like three thousand a year. If they do 
fancy each other, it would do very well now.” 

Ah ! if Aunt Barbara could only have known, 
she would have said men are subtler than women 
when it comes to match-making. But the Squire 
had no intention of taking the women-folk into his 
confidence. 

The Nugget made but one more appearance on 
a race-course. He came out for the Cambridgeshire 
with 9 stone 10 pounds on his back, and essayed in 
vain, like some two or three flyers, to carry it to 
victory up that heart-breaking hill.” Many good 
judges backed him, and he answered gamely to his 
jockey’s call at the finish, but the crushing weight 
told. He died away in the last few strides, and 
could only finish at the heels of the leaders. Like 
Gladiateur and Isonomy, he flattered his backers for 
the moment, and then once more demonstrated the 
old axiom, that weight will tell. It was decided then 
that his standing another preparation was so doubt- 
ful that he was at once relegated to the stud, and 
reigned for the remainder of the Squire’s life-time 
as the honoured sultan of the Gore Court haras. 
In this capacity he proved as great a success as he 
had been on the race-course, and the ‘‘Squire’s 
bargain ” indirectly proved worth ten thousand a-year 
to him till he died, and Eeginald, his son, took 
up the sceptre. 

Is it necessary to say more ? Of course, Harry 


118 THEPEIDE OF THE PADDOCK. 

Beringer arrived with a couple of hunters early in 
the winter at Gore Court, and paid a visit of uncon- 
scionable length. The light was back in Beatrice’s 
eyes again, and her laugh was as merry and frequent 
as of yore. Whether she negotiated Harrington 
Brook again, this deponent is not prepared to tes- 
tify ; but that something quite as satisfactory was 
negotiated between her and Harry Beringer one 
day when the sun shone bright, when there was a 
crackle of frost in the air, and the drops on the 
hedgerows shone like diamonds, he is quite prepared 
to declare. 

The bells of Warminster Cathedral rang merrily 
out one summer’s day in the following year, and in 
a little shower of rice, old shoes, tears, and good 
wishes, Captain and Mrs. Beringer drove away from 
Gore Court on their honeymoon. 

Mr. Muddleton was heard to express much sur- 
prise at the shedding of tears at a wedding. He 
presented Beatrice with a magnificent bracelet, and 
after the breakfast was heard to declare that he 
aad made his mind up.” Whether that was merely 
the effects of champagne, or whether Aunt Bar- 
bara had also made up hers, but in a contrary direc- 
tion I can’t say, but that Aunt Barbara still rejoices 
in the titular appellation of Miss Kurzon is beyond 
dispute. 


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